A good Saturday morning to all! Today, the sun shines with only a few wispy clouds dotting the sky. I want to tell you about a little adventure we had on our yard last week. The tale proves that your feet don’t need to carry you past the gatepost to create lifelong memories.
The COVID Pandemic has slowed the world, and though not a pleasant experience, it has taught us to appreciate the simpler pleasures. Like the little duck, we named Griffin, that wandered onto our lawn last week.
At first, we were surprised by the proximity to which we could approach Griffin. We reasoned he must belong to a local. Tanya put a shout out on social media, but no owner came forward.
There were some guesses as to what type of duck, and the gender. Know-it-All Google had the answer. A comparison of photos led to the conclusion that our guest was a Muscovy. No one had the stomach to physically check for gender, so we relied on an online list of observed behaviors that indicated it was a dude.
Now, Muscovy ducks dine on mice, snakes, and other vermin, so in my books that makes Griffin a hero. We all agreed Griffin was welcome to stay.
Griffin chose the area under the treehouse and our kids happily tended to his needs.
Just make yourself comfortable, Griffin. Need anything?
Um . . . I’m no expert on drinking from a frisbee, but wouldn’t the water stay in better if you leave your feet out?
How about a bucket, is that better?
Homemade duck bath, equals one happy fowl.
Meanwhile, in the front yard, this poor baby needed saving. Reuntited with a chirping Mother Robin moments after this was taken.
That night we camped in the wilds of our backyard, and when I awoke and exited the tent, Griffin was under the treehouse, standing guard.
Well, for us older folks, and perhaps just us Canucks, the whole story ended like an episode of the Littlest Hobo. The next day we woke to find Griffen had moved on. Perhaps to brighten the day for another COVID weary family.