Sometime’s there a story. Sometimes there’s just an impression. Common mergansers were evident on the trail. Hens were seen most often–with ducklings trailing behind or riding on their mothers’ backs.
I spent a rainy day in a lean-to below the village of Saranac Lake on the Saranac River. I worked on gear. I planned the next leg of my journey and I worked on a budget. As the river rose I witnessed a parade of wildlife. Belted kingfishers, red winged blackbirds, beaver and muskrat worked their way up and down the river conducting their daily business.
Early in that day a mother merganser led her charges downstream. The current was swift. I had no reason to expect to see them again. That evening they came swimming back upstream. It seemed so easy for them. Over the next few weeks I would be pulling, pushing and carrying a canoe upstream. It was never easy. I thought often of those tiny ducklings swimming with so little effort.
This merganser Drake is carved of white pine with a steel tack eye. It is 10 1/2″ l x 4 1/2″ w x 5 1/2″ t.