My Love's Story
My Love began her journey as one of twelve ducklings who hatched on July 07, 2012 at the Duck Pond in Atlanta. Over the following weeks, the brood continually downsized until there were only two surviving ducklings at week five.
At four days old I was gifted with an amazing photo shoot of My Love and her remaining seven siblings. The shoot was in a grassy knoll wet from rain the night before. Incredibly CUTE is the most accurate description of the pictures.
By August 12 there two close siblings remaining in the brood. When I visited the Duck Pond on August 23 I was horrified to find a mass of feathers I knew were the by-product of a struggle for life within the predator-prey dichotomy. My Love was alive yet not well due to a traumatic neck injury; My Love’s sibling lost the struggle for life and left his feathers as a reminder. It was a painful day in my life.
Two days later I cautiously visited the Duck Pond and was elated to find My Love spunky in her youthful energy. After a bit of coaxing My Love permitted close-ups of her healing wound. …. and then I left town for several weeks.
When I visited the Duck Pond on September 10, My Love literally ran to greet me! For the next 20 minutes My Love enjoyed posing for the camera with a variety of expressions, angles and delights.
My Love grew up into a lovely young maiden. In 2013 she laid her first eggs yet only one hatched and the duckling survived mere days. My Love honored the Duck Pond with its first 2014 brood in early April. Following his Mother’s tradition, WILL was the sole survivor of his brood yet he was no longer with us after three weeks. There is a separate gallery, ODE to WILL, honoring his short, powerful life.
To this day, My Love runs to greet me with her delightful hello, often requesting a picture or two.
Thank you for your interest in My Love’s Story; it was told from the heart and a tad painful to write. On another note, I see how my photography skills improved during My Love’s life and many poses.
Read MoreAt four days old I was gifted with an amazing photo shoot of My Love and her remaining seven siblings. The shoot was in a grassy knoll wet from rain the night before. Incredibly CUTE is the most accurate description of the pictures.
By August 12 there two close siblings remaining in the brood. When I visited the Duck Pond on August 23 I was horrified to find a mass of feathers I knew were the by-product of a struggle for life within the predator-prey dichotomy. My Love was alive yet not well due to a traumatic neck injury; My Love’s sibling lost the struggle for life and left his feathers as a reminder. It was a painful day in my life.
Two days later I cautiously visited the Duck Pond and was elated to find My Love spunky in her youthful energy. After a bit of coaxing My Love permitted close-ups of her healing wound. …. and then I left town for several weeks.
When I visited the Duck Pond on September 10, My Love literally ran to greet me! For the next 20 minutes My Love enjoyed posing for the camera with a variety of expressions, angles and delights.
My Love grew up into a lovely young maiden. In 2013 she laid her first eggs yet only one hatched and the duckling survived mere days. My Love honored the Duck Pond with its first 2014 brood in early April. Following his Mother’s tradition, WILL was the sole survivor of his brood yet he was no longer with us after three weeks. There is a separate gallery, ODE to WILL, honoring his short, powerful life.
To this day, My Love runs to greet me with her delightful hello, often requesting a picture or two.
Thank you for your interest in My Love’s Story; it was told from the heart and a tad painful to write. On another note, I see how my photography skills improved during My Love’s life and many poses.
