The other night Mister was out in the garden when he suddenly rushed inside to grab the camera. There were ducks hanging out by our tomato patch!
I wasn’t here, but he told me all about how the male duck wasn’t even a little bit afraid of him. How the little dude let Mister get right up close for a photo. How our neighbors came outside to gab about the little quackers.
I’m glad the ducks stopped by, but I’m actually hoping they don’t make themselves too comfortable – in our pool. For one, there’s no way our old pump could handle the poop. And perhaps most importantly, I’d have to build some sort of bridge so the little quackers could climb out of the pool. Otherwise, they’d be stuck. Crazy, huh?
Anyhoo, Mister sure did enjoy his brush with the feathered visitors. They’d be more than welcomed should they ever decide to stop by again. For a visit. No overnighters, please.
