Ducky liberation.
My family and I live on property that includes a lake, a small wooded area, and is surrounded by fields. One could refer to this as being ‘in the country’, but I have a problem using that phrase is it takes me about 2 minutes to get to Target.
A couple weeks ago, our neighbor wanted to liberate her ducks, which she had purchased a while back for her grandchildren. These ducklings had now grown big enough that it was time to move them from their cage to the lake, where they would ostensibly live happily by drawing upon their natural instincts. So, my son and I were invited to join my neighbor and her grandchildren in this honorable effort.
It should be noted that the next day, these five ducks made their way back to shore and walked down a driveway to stand at the door of their former cage in a confused little clump. The cage was later relocated to the water’s edge to help them in their quest to become undomesticated. Is that even a word? I saw them yesterday, still as a clump, hanging out on a sandy shoreline about fifty feet away from a group of three wild ducks. What I wouldn’t give to listen in to that conversation.
