Years ago, after an extended field trip to the marshes of the Gulf Coast, Paul Errington reflected: “The South was genuine, beautiful, and fascinating, but it was not home to one born and apprenticed in a country molded by ice sheets.”
He spoke for all children of the northern prairies and glacial wetlands—people and wildfowl. Even though the prairie ducks have basked this winter in the Laguna Madre and other sunny resorts, it has been in forced exile. They were banished from their homeland by winter and are chafing to return. The North is where they belong, and for seven months, from ice to ice, they will be back in their prairie waters. The seven months are beginning; the fires of spring are kindled.
North again. Home again.
Out Home by John Madson