IT APPEARED TO BE nothing short of a love story played out on a west central Minnesota lake.
Two love birds—or more accurately, ducks—met along the shoreline of Lake Agnes in Alexandria which, to those of you who do not live in Minnesota, claims to be the birthplace of America what with the Kensington Runestone and all found here.
But I digress.
The mallards cared not one wit about the vikings or the Runestone or even me, watching their every move. The drake and the hen had eyes only for each other.
And so the romance spawned on Lake Agnes, on this lake with the name of Greek (not Scandinavian) origin meaning pure/holy/chaste.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
Awww, who doesn’t love a good love story on a Friday? This is sweet.
I thought the photos told such a story of love. As you said, sweet.
Love this love story! I’m a writer also and deeply appreciate your eye for beauty and detail! Thank you!
This is just another one of those photo ops that I stumbled upon while photographing a memorial across the road. I still haven’t published a post about the patriotic memorial…, but the ducks…