"There's a duck on our front lawn."
Those are the words I heard Lee say this morning as I was hurrying around getting ready for work. I joined him at the window and, sure enough, there was a beautiful Mallard duck sitting on our grass. Where did it come from?? It's not like we live near a creek or pond -- we're smack-dab in the middle of suburbia. In fact, we're on the edge of suburbia, as there's a McDonald's 2 blocks away. I was worried the duck was hurt so I grabbed a piece of bread to see if he was hungry enough to follow my trail of bread crumbs. He did -- and then I saw another duck! Two ducks on our lawn! Nate and Lee were at the window watching me. The ducks weren't super impressed with my bread (perhaps I should have toasted the bread since it was 7:15am??) but they eventually ate all of it. I went back inside and joined my guys in watching the ducks waddle around our grass. I thought about those ducks all day at work and, when I got home, I asked Lee what had happened to them -- he didn't know; they vanished as mysteriously as they had appeared.
3 comments:
That was a mating pair :) We have them around here too. I bet they flew over from Forest Lawn.
Our local duck pond says not to feed them bread, I'm not sure why- instead the posted sign says to "purchase duck food at a pet store". Snooty ducks :)
How bizarre . . . but fun for Nate! Nate's Gramma
I guess living in the city you can still have some country fun!!!
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