The stream at waiaua
Ian was a baby when a chap brought to us, He was lost, abandoned, or merely looking fpr a home. As with ducks he became very tame knocking on the back door for breakfast. If ignored he'd march into the house stand there till someone showed him the way out.
Came the time when after a lot of discussion and soul searching Ian was to learn to be a proper Paradise duck along with the thousands that congregated on and about the river.
In a box in the car Off we go to the river mouth, a few tears as he circled the car before flying off into the sunset. More tears until we get home to find Ian sitting on the back step squawking that "You've left me behind"
This went on till one day we were down there on the beach, husband was fishing I was sitting in the sun, and who comes back but Ian not alone but with a very shy young lady. he gave up on us but people told us that they'd be out fishing in their boat and along would come Ian, stop and chat for a minute then fly off.
The photo of the ducks sitting on the water is what we l;ike to think of as Ian's descendants