
In 50 years of observing wildlife on this little stretch of the South Fork of the Eel, it has always been a special occasion when Wood Ducks visit. I have only seen a family with young once, many years ago, but the fact that I have seen this pair multiple times this past spring has got my hopes up that perhaps they are nesting nearby. Wood Ducks nest in tree cavities, and I have noticed this pair flying into wooded areas several times recently.

While the male Wood Duck’s showy plumage is well-known, the female has her own far more subtle beauty, and the iridescent speculum is a focal point.








Whenever I am lucky enough to see a wood duck I am reminded of this often quoted poem from Wendell Berry:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.








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