Even from a distance I could spot that enamel green spot among the spot-billed mallard mass moving towards Deeper Pond. THE GREENHEADS HAD COME! My heart danced. Junior and Maggie were such good friends. I hurried to meet them...
Snorkel the turtle noticed. "Where's Maggie?" In past years, when the others went to their nests at night, Junior always had his partner by his side, but now he would be alone.
I don't know if illness, accident, or death kept Maggie away this year; all I know is our Father knows, cares, and is worthy of our trust. If mallards would do so, surely we can too.
