The other morning, Tuffy P came in from her walk with the dogs, but instead of sitting down to her usual cereal and coffee, she simply said, “I’ve got to go pick up a duck…back in a few minutes.” And off she went. I looked at the dogs and the dogs looked at me and we all looked at the front door as it closed behind her.
Several minutes later, Tuffy came back inside. “The duck is in your car. It’s too heavy for me to move.”
On the walk with the dogs, Tuffy happened to talk to another woman walking her dog and this woman said, we need to cross the street, there’s a duck nesting over there. It’s sitting on eggs and we shouldn’t disturb it. Tuffy looked over and there sitting by the curb, out for any scavangers or the garbage guys to haul away, was a large cement bird. She decided right away that we needed to give it a good home. When I looked in the car I decided it was way to big to be a duck, but then again, it was not nearly graceful enough to be a swan. Clearly it’s a snow goose.
I hauled it into the backyard. “It’s a snow goose, Tuffy P, it’s way too big to be a duck.” “No, it’s a duck.” So we’ve decided to call it a duck. You can call it a snow goose if you like or anything else for that matter, but to us, it’s just The Duck.
There it is, sitting out in the back yard. Don’t go too close – it’s sitting on eggs.













