One Lone Duck Egg

When I was about ten years old, I was visiting my friend Becky, who lived on a farm down the street where they raised cows, pigs, and ducks.Becky and I spotted one lone duck egg that had fallen from its nest into the pond. I held onto a tree trunk and leaned out to coax the egg toward us using a long stick, finally pulling it close enough to pluck from the pond.Becky’s mom said I could have it, and when I asked my mom if I could try to hatch it, she said sure…The rest of the story appears today at The High Calling. Click here to read “One Lone Duck Egg” in its entirety.

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Broken Egg 4” photo by Jamie Percival. Available through Creative Commons license.
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