We had a duck in the back yard yesterday morning, hiding in the cats’ den, of all places.

Then we had a duck in the bath tub, because I put it there to keep it safe while we figured out what to do with it.

Then we had a duck in a box in Paul’s Jeep, driving to Clovis to drop the duck off at the zoo. The woman at the zoo told us, “This is the second bathtub duck today.”

The duck was identified as a male of the species commonly known as the redheaded duck. As Grace joked, “Drake. And a redhead. Of course he came to our house…” (There’s a character in Paul’s novels named Daeren Drake — a redhead, as you’ve no doubt guessed.)

Anyway, here are some photos of #bathtubduck:

Grace managed to take a couple photos of the duck when he first came out of the cats’ den:

The duck was really quite well-behaved through everything. He didn’t hiss or try to bite, and he didn’t flail his wings or make a fuss. His attitude seemed to be, “Okay, as long as you don’t try to eat me…” He does have a hurt leg, but it didn’t seem too bad — he can’t run, but he can walk on it — so he’ll probably be healed and going about his business soon. And if not, we’ll see him next year at the zoo.

About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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2 Responses to #bathtubduck

  1. M. Oniker says:

    Things are weird all over, eh? I don’t know what was funnier, that this was the second bathtub duck the woman had seen in the day, or the red-headed Drake appeared at your house. 🙂

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    • I’d been expecting a visit to our house by some sort of feathered critter for a while… but this was NOT it. At least it wasn’t a seagull — that could happen, since we’ve always seen quite a few seagulls in Lubbock, which is only a couple of hours’ drive from here. This is NOT a good time of year for me to be dealing with seagulls, and if an injured one had shown up in my yard… *shakes head*

      The duck was in the yard because it was injured from flying in severe weather. I’m sure the other “bathtub duck” had had a similar experience.

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