Dom and I hadn't been to the park for a few days. It's been windy and he's shown a disinct preference for the joys of the playground over the joys of duck feeding (that is he turns around and runs out of the park as soon as we walk in).
The ducks, however, were not going to stand for this.
A couple of days ago I saw Dom pounding on the window and when I looked out there were a couple of ducks on our deck.
They were only a couple of feet away from our cat door (the cat, a once fierce and enthusiastic hunter, remained asleep on the bed throughout this visit).
Dom thought it was fantastic, I thought they were cute so I fed them. We then went and hung out in the backyard together with the ducks before they waddled off down the driveway.
They returned the next day and made their presence known by loudly tapping their beaks on our glass ranch slider (scaring me half to death - you don't often expect pushy ducks to be rapping on your window).
I gave into their quacky demands and fed them again but instead of loitering around the backyard and waddling off, they started sitting around on the deck.
"
Dis is our home now!"
The unfortunate thing about duck squatting on your deck is that they poop everywhere. Duck poop is gross.
I must not feed the ducks again or they will never leave.
Austie would be laughed at by every cat in the neighbourhood if the entrance way to her catdoor was lined with duck poop.
