The Season of Ducks’ Desire
My yard has been overrun by some swingers of the canard set. At first it was cute, “Oh look! there are ducks in the pool!” Now, not so much. The original ducks, a male and female pair, were fine, however, in the hormone driven season of duck lust, things are getting out of hand.
…only the noise of horny ducks and hungry dogs…
Apparently, female ducks are a rather rare commodity. It’s either that or this particular webfooted avian is of low morale character and invites strange males home. The mornings are routinely started with five or six of the mallards jockeying for the most advantageous position [nudge, nudge, wink, wink, Say no more]. Of course the original male is duty bound to defend her honour, so the resulting din of quacks, honks and the flapping of wings is enough to wake the dead. Well if not the dead, then at least the three sleeping canines, who want nothing more than to test their culinary skills on the wayward waterfowl. The dogs charge outside and mayhem ensues. Ducks in the pool, ducks in the air, dogs on the ground barking, their compatriots from several houses away joining in the hue and cry.
So there is no morning peace, no leisurely blissful repose in the wee hours of the dawn. There is only the noise of horny ducks and hungry dogs.
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