Mother Duck

The nest haunts me. Just two days ago she was there, stoicly sitting on ten eggs like a queen on her throne. Today, she is gone, but two eggs remain. Bits of shell litter the interior of the nest, remnants of baby ducks that have waddled away. But still, two eggs remain. Maybe she knows something I don't, but I can't imagine a mother that leaves two babies behind. Must be her rules are different somehow. But still, I am haunted.