Times passes us by so quickly

Having had no rain for more than two weeks, the birch trees already are turning their leaves golden. The maples along the shorelines also have begun turning their green leaves to red.
Even the ash trees seem to be changing colours. It is much earlier than normal and yet it’s one of the signs that summer is ending.
While fishing on Saturday, we watched a mother merganser shepherd a flock of 21 ducklings along a shoreline. They would dart into little shoreline pockets of weeds and reeds.
The ruckus would make the water boil as no duckling wished to be left behind. As they searched out a potential area for minnows, the mother would stand guard out front.
A loon became angry and spread its wings out, crying out at the duck family. Jumping up on its legs above the water, it seemed not to have influenced the young ducklings.
At one point, the whole brood of ducklings climbed up on a pointed rock no more than 30 inches in diameter and no more that 24 inches out of the water. For a while they jostled each other playing king of the hill.
When the mother felt that they had played long enough, she signalled the group and one by one they filed off the rock and then followed her all in a row out of the bay.
I wonder if those mother mergansers or geese have the same misgivings of sending their offspring off. For a whole season, they are protective of their children.
The ducklings and goslings soon will be mature and ready to leave. Most of their feathers already are in place and soon they will begin flying lessons.
Schools across the district will open their doors in less than two weeks, welcoming students back. Other parents will be filling cars and trucks and travelling off to universities and colleges delivering their freshmen off to school or returning family members for more schooling.
The four-year-old boarding the bus for the first time will wave to anxious parents as will the ninth-grader heading off to high school. It is a new adventure. With more trepidation, parents dropping their children at the doorsteps of post-secondary schools will wonder more about what the future will bring to their adult students.
Tears will be shed at each stage as they worry about those new experiences.
Time passes so quickly. From pre-kindergarten to high school graduation to learning trades and graduating from post-secondary schools, it often feels the time lasts no longer than a summer season.

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