The female wood duck lines her nest with feathers plucked from her own breast. I can hear her already, "I give and I give...and what do you do?" The universal moan of motherhood is everywhere.

Spring is a wonderful time of year. Especially right after the thick ice of winter melts off the ponds and small lakes. And just like magic, as soon as the water is open, the ducks show up. For me, ...

One day after hatching, a baby wood duck is ready to take a remarkable leap of faith. The fluffy chick climbs to the narrow opening of its nest and peeks over the edge. Its mother paddles in a ...