
Recently, I was bicycling around my neighborhood when I saw this duck on someone’s lawn. What’s it doing there, I wondered. There’s a lake a few blocks away, and perhaps the duck was lost.
I parked my bicycle and approached the poor lost duck, but he started walking away. He went out onto the street.

He kept walking on the street…

He looked so cute and sad at the same time. Thank goodness a car wasn’t driving by.
For the next few days, I kept thinking about that duck. I wondered if he had ever found his way back to the lake, to be with his duck brethren.
Eventually, my life took over, and I forgot about the little duck, until…
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I saw him again about a month later. He was sitting on someone’s lawn again, but he had a friend.

(Awwww!) I wondered if they had met recently and were in their golden, you-are-so-frickin’-amazing phase, making duck love every hour, or if they’d been together for a long time, putting up with each other’s flaws, day in and day out, but bonded together by a deeper, more substantial kind of love.*
In any case, they looked pretty happy together. They quacked to each other and seemed to be having a scintillating conversation. Here they are, drinking and living it up.

*Wikipedia says that ducks are generally monogamous, but only for a year. Hmmm…