So This One Time, There Was A Duck In My Kitchen...

I've been wanting to plant some flowers for our front stoop and a nursery down the road was having a sale. So we went today after Zac went to work. As soon as we got home, I got to work planting, using my neighbor's little spade. (I think I'm starting to nest again...) After my flowers were looking particularly cute out front, I went though the house and out the back door (in the kitchen) to return my neighbor's spade to her back stoop. Logan had followed me out, so I left the back door open so he could come inside when he felt like it while I went back to the front stoop to take pictures of my new flowers. When I had finished, I came inside and found Logan standing in the hallway between the kitchen and living room frantically saying "Ducky!"

Me: "Logan, are there duckies outside?" (not uncommon)
Logan: "DUCKY! DUCKY!"
Me: "Do you want to give the duckies some bread?"
Logan: "DUCKY! DUCKY!" (now waving his arms like a maniac)

So I walked into the kitchen to grab some bread out of the cupboard and as I turned to head out the door, I saw it. There was a duck in my kitchen, standing right next to the table.

Logan: (pointing at the duck) "Ducky, Mama."
Me: "I guess there is a ducky, Logan."
Duck: "Quack."

So we shooed her out of the kitchen but she hung around the back door until she (and the mallard with her) were fed a few slices of bread.



Moral of the story: sometimes you have to deal with the duck in your kitchen.