Quackers The Not So Wild Duck

Our last house was a half mile from a lake.

Our house was one of the first to be built, so

the roads within the subdivision were free of

traffic, and we often road our bikes around 

the empty streets.

One day a wild duck zoomed around over

our heads and quacked at us.

QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!

It would fly up and zoom back down and

then fly just over our heads scolding us.

Quack...Quack...Quack.

We soon realized it wanted us to fly with it!

It followed us home that day and stayed

around the neighborhood for months.

We called it Quackers.

I believe it was a female and she loved to

be held.

Over the next couple of months, Quackers

would fly down whenever we were outside

 on our front patio.

Up and down the walkway Quackers would

march, quacking impatiently to tell us to 

turn on the hose!

Quackers would also stare at the hose until we turned

it on, then run as close to the spray as it could.

Crazy duck!

When we got tired of holding the hose and

turned the water off, Quackers would run and

splash in the water like a child.

When Quackers got tired of the water, hunting

bugs was next on the list...

We had a great time with that wild duck.

We believe someone raised Quackers and 

that they had some sort of personal flying

machine that they flew with Quackers.

After a few months, Quackers stopped

coming around. 

We heard someone in the neighborhood

turned Quackers in to a wildlife sanctuary. 

We really hope that's what happened.

We miss her every time we turn on the hose.

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