I was sittin’ in bed Saturday night when I heard the most horrible noise, consisting of wings beating, ducks quacking, and dogs barking. Of course, being the brave person I am, I boogied outside with a heavy flashlight (to use as a club if things headed south. You know, just to be on the safe side.) and peered down into the window well. And what do I see?? A freaked out, rather confused-looking momma duck, staring at me! Of course, I wasn’t about to crawl down there and get her out. I was barefoot and there were toads down there, for pete’s sake!! So she got to spend the night mingling with her amphibious cell mates.
And I got to listen to her all night. The next morning, one of the guys went in search of a dip net in which to pull her out with.
So she’s out and happy now, and I can sleep without a duck right next to me… Which makes me happy too!