Eight eggs now people. Eight.
Tonight on my way in the door I noticed this other duck approaching what I now refer to as "our" nest. I told this stranger duck to "shoo, go on, get away." Momma duck, who is sitting on her eggs, looks at me and quietly chirps. Not quacks, this is, after all, a mutant duck that swims in a retention pond.
Mommy duck looks at me, looks at the other duck and chirps again. I say, "OHHH, is this their daddy? Do you want him here? I see. Well, okay."
She chirps again and looks away.
I realize I just had a conversation with a duck.
And after the crazy day with some of my hospice patients, I decided it was the most logical conversation I'd had all day.
2 comments:
That's okay I talk to the lizards in my neighborhood. I say don't come in my house or else you'll end up in the trash can like your buddy did!
oh my gosh...this is so funny...can't wait until they hatch!! LOL
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