I woke up to a gloomy day this morning. Been gloomy for almost a week now. My world got a little bit brighter when I opened the living room blinds. Not brighter because I was letting in some of that gloomy light. No, this is what was on my front lawn here in the mean streets of the city:
Yes two Ducks! Seagulls are usual and robins are too but this blew me away. A loving couple on my lawn. I hope they weren’t nesting. They looked entirely to comfy there right by the road.
I called to my daughter to come and see this unusual sight. She was not impressed and reminded me she is afraid of ducks (!?!).
Well, these guys were amazing to me. I watched them as a car came by. The male was obviously very protective of his female friend. He reared up and went to her side. She didn’t move. I was getting worried. She was either hurt or WAS nesting on my lawn. As much as this whole experience was entertaining to me, I really hoped they would move soon. The dog walkers were due any minute.
They stayed for a while longer. I think their conversation went something like:
“Bubbles my dear, we must really be off. I’m feeling rather…exposed out here.”
“Drake, darling, you know we can’t do that.”
“Bubbles, sweetums, why in the world not?”
“Drake, my manly bulrush, do you know where we are?”
“Oh, my sweet little mosquito, we are NOT LOST. Trust me. For I am a duck so therefore I know exactly where we are. Why, I do believe it might rain.”
“So, my stubborn little breadcrumb, where the hell are we?”
“Now now, sugar niblet, you know getting upset is bad for the children before they hatch.”
“Why don’t you ask that lady in the window for directions?”
“We are not LOST!!!”
Cars were zooming by and they finally took off. It really did look like they were arguing.
By the way, I do NOT hear ducks talking to each other. I have meds to stop that sort of thing. And I know how to use them.