The box is still in progress and at the end of each day I have a certain place I want to be on it. Sometimes I get there and sometimes I don’t. Most of the time, I have fairly normal disruptions to my plan. Yesterday was a little different.
I noticed early in the morning there was an unusual visitor in my front yard. She didn’t look like any bird that would normally be seen around our neighborhood. I left her alone because I had someplace I needed to be.
When I returned a couple of hours later, I had forgotten about her and went about working on this again.
Soon there was a knock on my door. It was my neighbor who wanted me to come and look at something. It was then I remembered the bird from earlier and I felt certain that was what she wanted me to see.
Sure enough, the bird was still hanging around. We agreed it looked like a duck even though it was unlike any duck we had ever seen wandering through and thought she might have escaped from her home somewhere in the area. What to do?
Then I went back to work on this some more.
As I thought about the duck, I decided somewhere someone is missing a bird so I stopped working on this.
I knew there were a few homes around that had chicken coops so I decided to go and introduce myself and ask if they had any escapees.
No one was home so I left a note on door and went back to work. Every so often while I was working, I would stop and go check on the bird. Was she still there? Was she okay? She didn’t move about too much.
Work. Stop. Check on the duck. Work. Stop. Check on the duck. I began to worry what would happen if it got dark. Luckily, I had another friend not too terribly far away who keeps chickens. He offered to come and check things out if it got dark and this Muscovy duck was still hanging around. (Thanks D!)
Back to work. Stop. Check on the duck.
Then the phone rang and it wasn’t the owner but someone who lived next door to her and after some conversation it was arranged that soon the duck would be retrieved. The funny thing is that the duck hardly moved at all so I had this impression they would just come and pick her up easy peasy.
The duck seemed to get a little bit of life in her when her peeps came to get her. She apparently seemed to think getting airborne was her best bet for survival. Don’t ya wonder what goes through a duck’s mind? Anyway – to get to the end of this tale, I sort of helped herd the duck into a corner where they could nab it. It was my very first time herding a duck!
The duck and her peeps went sort of happily back home. By then it was after 4:00 and I went back to this.
I almost stopped again to check on the duck but then I remembered, I didn’t have a duck anymore.