Our duck friend came back a few times, and we most of us were glad to see him. I was a little sad for him, though, because he was always alone and it’s the season where the ducks start pairing up. Was our friend having trouble with the ladies?
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But then it happened! Our duck came back and he brought a date!
They swam around together making goo-goo eyes at each other.
I think it went well. There was no duck arguing and no one threw a duck drink in anyone’s duck face. I always suspected our friend was a duck gentleman.
Romance was in the air.
Inside the house, however, was a different story. A very suspicious Freddie watched the proceedings with growing alarm.
It actually took him a while to work up the nerve to get that close the window. Before this, he was crouched down behind our couch. He couldn’t watch them from there, though, so he eventually made his way to that safe little spot behind the curtain.
Now, if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to tell a story I’ve told multiple times here just to illustrate how very specific is the fear my silly cat has.
A few years ago, we were visited by a very confused young seabird. He dropped in one afternoon, searched our pool very thoroughly for fish, and then stepped out to dry himself off.
The picture doesn’t really do this bird justice. He was big. I don’t have any kind of fear of birds, and even I was not exactly eager to go outside and shake his wing.
Here’s Freddie:
You can’t tell from the picture, but the bird is actually right in front of the window my very brave cats are looking through. You can see the shadow of one of our chairs and the table — the bird is just on the other side of the table. I snapped some pictures. The bird seemed inclined to hang out for a while, but I had somewhere I had to be, so I went to take a shower. I’m told that after I walked away, our seabird friend came right up to the window, curious about Freddie and Desi. He tried to get a closer look at them and knocked his beak into the window a few times in the attempt.
Freddie did not hide.
So. To reiterate: Here’s Freddie when confronted by a giant seabird who got lost on his way to the ocean:
Here’s Freddie when a couple of ducks are swimming quietly around the pool:
Goof.
What’s happening tonight, Peeps?