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<\/a><\/p>\nWho thinks up these colour names? I’m glad it’s not me. I often think of deadly writing jobs. I’ve always preferred to be poor. As long as there’s a roof….So we set off from Brooklyn while the tide is running out. We’re delighted as pull in to find Dee and Tripi walking down to our jetty to help us berth, Tripi jumping into my arms before we quite touch down.<\/p>\n
Why do you two always arrive when the tide’s almost out?<\/em><\/p>\n It’s true. We know our tides, but there’s always so much to do. Once, S asked why we always came late.<\/p>\n Because things take the time they take.<\/em><\/p>\n He told me that was an entirely satisfactory answer. I wanted to hug him for that.<\/p>\n Dee is fretting about ducklings. Spring is breeding time here. Birds and ducklings, and all those secret animals of the night. But two days ago, there were 12 ducklings, and now there are three. I remember when i was first here, grieving like him. The sea eagle is circling above as the tiny little ones swim. Dee leans out on the railing of our deck as they swim by, ducking their tiny heads to catch crabs.<\/p>\n The parents are just clubbing. They should be down here.<\/em><\/p>\n I stopped grieving when I saw over the years that this is nature’s way. To give twelve, in the hope that one or two are left. And what about the baby crabs that the ducklings are eating?<\/p>\n