Well – I should have known. As soon as I declared that I did not want ducks making themselves at home in my pool, I should have known I was putting it out there and that those ducks would make me regret having ever uttered a word about them.

 

 

Almost as soon as I posted about the little quackers, they dive-bombed the pool right in front of me. And they weren’t intimidated by my presence at all. They took turns hopping out of the pool and walking to within about 2 feet of me, then jumping back in and doing a little flirting with each other.

 

 

This continued for several minutes, then I heard a quacking sound in the distance. They heard it too, from the cocking of their heads, and they flew up and away, as if on command.

 

 

Before they left, I talked to them a bit. You know, asking what was up, telling them how funny they were. And then I asked, “Is it wrong that when I look at you I’m thinking of cherry sauce?” Like The Cat, those ducks were cool and they never said a mumbling word.

 

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