So, this little trio is quickly becoming a staple of my day.
Background: My neighbor two houses down acquired farm fowl some months ago. They have at least one chicken, a rooster who, despite popular belief, crows whenever he goddamn well pleases, and what I thought were some geese just due to their size. Now, these "geese" were once penned outside and just living their so-called goosey life. Until one day a few weeks ago at night my dog started with what I call his "alarm bark-" the bark he makes when something is confirmed to be in the yard. I rush outside to see the fuss and notice the geese are just posted up at the edge of my yard and my immediate neighbor's, and they haul tail back to where they came. I congratulated my dog for posting up on geese- you know, the worst birds of all time- and I thought that was the last of them.
Until yesterday morning I saw them rustling around in my backyard's bushes and, upon closer inspection, realized these fuckers were not geese, but ducks. Absolutely huge ducks. Once again, they saw me and hauled it back to their home. Last night they pushed it further; roosting, feeding, and doing whatever the fuck it is ducks do in the front yard. Now, I love me some animals, and I didn't want them to get hurt by running into the road or meeting with a cat or something, so began the near half-hour task of trying to get them to go around the back of the house. They were legit scared, huddling together and running between my neighbor's bushes and mine, instead of going backwards to the house. At one point I had to near dive in front of them to prevent them from running towards the street. Eventually, they got the hint and went home through the backyards.
And yet, their horror film adventure where they're chased by a stranger at night hasn't deterred them at all. The pic is from this morning, and I presume at the time of writing that Huey, Dewey, and Louie are still foraging.
Which is fine. They're just ducks, being all cute and quacky. They're free to stick around, I guess. xP
