On Saturday morning as I walked up the hill to the outhouse there was a great beating of wings as a very large bird shot up from the underbrush and flew off into the sky. When i went to investigate I found a dozen duck eggs in this beautifully feather-lined hole in the ground. Mom was soon back on her nest and we spent the rest of the weekend making sure to give the her and her eggs a wide berth. I briefly considered pinching just one to see what scrambled duck eggs might taste like but Carolyn succeeded in changing my mind!
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