13 May 2026
We had family staying with us on Saturday. In
the evening, we walked down to the East Sands via the Kinnessburn. At the
bridge at the foot of the steep brae leading up to St. Andrews Episcopal
Church, we stopped to look at a duck with her ducklings.
She had six altogether. She was sitting on a
stone beside the running water. Five of her offspring were sitting underneath her wings. The six was busy swimming in the burn,
darting here, darting there, snatching lots of insects flying above the water.
Underneath a nearby blossom tree sat the
heron. She was awaiting her chance to gobble up the tiny duckling playing so
innocently and cheerfully in the nearby waters. The mother kept quacking,
trying to alert her sixth to come and
enjoy the fulfilment of the Psalmist’s prayer, ‘Hide me under the shadow of
your wings.’
But to no avail. Gradually a small crowd
gathered on the bridge mesmerised by this tense triangulation of fear. It was
better entertainment than the streaming companies. We couldn’t wait. Suffice it to say that on our return, there was no
sign of duck nor ducklings.
But yesterday, I spotted the duck with only
one duckling further downstream. The heron was there again stealthily walking
towards the duckling. The enraged mother few out of the water and like a kamikaze
pilot dive- bombed the heron. She flew away disorientated and disappointed.
On my way back from the sands, I saw a similar
scenario. This time a drake was pestering the mother. She got separated from
the duckling. The heron seized its chance. The duck came to her senses and
attacked the heron. She was fearless, courageous and successful. It is
hazardous being a mother, dying to preserve life in dangerous waters!
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