Ducks on the Pond
Just before I came down with a bad cold, I spend some time last Wednesday afternoon observing some new neighbors near the place where Mariah and I are currently staying. You were already going to think I am going to yak about some interesting people here, but no. Honestly, this is one of those things in life where you get to experience that phrase, “the best things in life are free”. Since there wasn’t anything decent to watch on TV, I decided to pay them a brief, yet amazing visit. C’mon, now. How often have you actually watched a flock of ducks, anyway? There is a pond across the walkway that can easily be seen from my window. They have made the annual dreary winter season seem less bearable. On an overcast Sunday after being dropped off from church, I was taking out the trash to the dumpster and these three ducks just literally walked up to me as if they were a duck posse or something. GoodFeathers? The Duckfather, perhaps? Did I do something in erro...