I rode to work today through Audubon Park. I don’t know why I resist the two block jog out of my way, but I’m glad I made it this morning. This park is so pretty, with its green grasses, giant oaks (though many have been felled by weather), algae-coated lake, and birds. Lots and lots of birds. N. has been stalking a nest of duck eggs for awhile, nervously hoping they survived Gustav. I’m not sure if they did, but I kept my eyes open for baby ducks, just in case. I saw this mass of ducks gathered underneath a bench along the Quarter side of the lake. It really was just a pile of them, huddled together, snoozing. I hopped off my bike to snap a photo and the mass rose and waddled a few inches further away. I can’t say as I blame them. I’m big and noisy, and so is my bike. And that flash? That’s not good for anybody’s morning eyes. I think one of the ducks was a youth–she seemed a little fuzzy–but no babies. Duck eggs are small potatoes in the aftermath of a storm, but they are one teensy example of loss unaccounted for. I hope N. checks on her nest soon; I’ve become quite invested in its survival.