I thought I heard a duck quacking suspiciously near my open office window this morning, but I didn’t think anything of it, because there’s a pond in a park one block away, and we hear quacking and honking all of the time, all year long. But just a few minutes ago, my next-door-neighbor rang the doorbell, and who was standing there with her but the duck in question, bold as brass, quacking loudly whenever my neighbor threatened to walk away and return to her window-washing.
I’ve seen this duck before–ze’s an odd little farm duck who apparently isn’t welcome among the other birds down at the park. (Most of them are very cool Mallards and Canada Geese who are busy raising their little families this time of year.) This duck seems to be very comfortable with humans–ze let my neighbor pet hir, and quacked in protest when I went back inside. Ze might be flight impaired–I’ve never seen hir fly, and believe that ze must have walked down the street to our yards! Poor thing.