unexpected living lawn ornaments

odd ducks in the suburbs

They were there yet again. Unexpected? Sure. Who typically expects to find ducks nesting in the bit of lawn between the sidewalk and the street.

They are really odd ducks. They don’t belong here do they?

Nope. They don’t belong. And this is where they are.

The neighbors think we should call the city.

There are places for ducks more suitable than a lawn. We’re concerned.

Concerned? It’s not like they’re playing lawn darts. They’re just odd ducks, in an odd place for ducks to hang out. They are out of place here.

They are ‘everything has it’s place and everything in its place kind of people’.

Perhaps the ducks have some kind of canard dysphoria and think that the street is a river.

Who knows what happens in the minds of odd ducks.

My daughter has a different take.

She wants me to dig a pond.

So what to do?

I’m thinking about buying a new shovel.

Who really matters?

Who are you here to serve?

Love the people who love you.

Quack the quacking quackers.