Tuesday, November 25, 2008


And, drum roll please... I caught the duck!

When I got home from work today he was swimming around in the baby pool in my back yard (where I'd left him after Nick and I put him in the back yard at lunch). So the plan was to put an ex-pen out there, with some food, covered with a tarp... and run him in it. Well, after one failed attempt (and having to go regather him... is it really a gather when there's one? I guess not... let's call it retrieve) and another almost fail, I noticed that he was just happy as a clam when Nick was fetching. Whenever I'd go help Nick drive he got very unhappy and things would go all to heck. Well, the expen thing? Not happening.

I wound up having Nick fetch him up the sidewalk... and in the back door into the house. Yep, we fetched a duck into my kitchen, and then into the living room. I then was able to toss a blanket over him while he was on the couch, and put him in Zippy's crate. He wasn't thrilled about the being handled part but I was as gentle as I could be.

I took him home - and it turns out my assumption and/or understanding was wrong. They tell me he's to be given as a gift to be a pet, and they're leaving tomorrow to take it to some uncle in New York. I don't know if I believe it or not, but it felt like the right thing to do to take it back to them. I tried to explain that he might be tough eating since he'd gotten his exercise, but they looked at me like I'd grown another head. Maybe he IS supposed to be a pet. Except I think HE might be a she.

Oh, and the beast took a dump on my couch.

They should be glad they're getting a mostly dog-broke duck. They should be glad I didn't notice the duck poo or they might not have GOTTEN a dog broke duck, they might have gotten a BROKEN duck. I admonished them to PLEASE not let the duck out again.

Thus ends the saga of the great duck roundup in the city.

For reference, he looked like this:

Image from www.blog.americanfeast.com .

Mary wanted to know why I didn't get a picture of him while he was on my couch. Uh... I have no idea. I figured I didn't want him to have time to see the plant shelf or the archway thingie.


sheepkelpie said...

Good job Nick and Laura!!! Hey, I have friends that have pet Ducks- Muscovies, and the odd Mallard. Wouldn't it be funny if he/she "landed" here!

Laura Carson said...

Hah! I'll say this, I think the neighbors all got a kick out of Nick & I out there with that duck. He seemed like a cool little guy - it was awfully tempting to just add it to my menagerie!

PS said...

LOL! I really enjoyed the duck saga. Only you, Laura. Only you. ;)

Good job!


Oh yeah, you know it goes without saying...I hope he's not someone's dinner, either.

Laura Carson said...

heeee! I thought you might get a kick out of it. They told me the duck was not to be dinner, so... who knows. I kind of got to like the little bugger! I briefly even considered just keeping him in the back yard (you know, natural pest control) but... uh... the city frowns upon such things. LOL