Posted on August 18, 2014 by MoragDriftwood Duck Walking along a beach together, my Grandma handed me a scrap of driftwood she’d picked up. She loves ducks, so I slipped it in my pocket, and carved it a sleek little head to match. Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Related