Wednesday, July 11, 2012


I have a friend.  She has visited the boat the last few nights.  Last night, as a read on the dock, she sat two feet away, her bill tucked into her wings, her eyes closed, seemingly happy.

Oh, I have plied her with Cheerioes (tm) but there is a trustfulness about her.  I sit here, working on the new laptop/tablet and she shows up, behind me.

I've fed her twice today.  She doesn't get any more, but she doesn't leave.

It's good to have a ducky friend.

I call her Quackers.

1 comment:

  1. I can completely relate to this! When i had my boat in San Francisco bay I had a duck just like that one that used to come and eat out of my hand. None of the other ducks would but this one got brave. You have a beautiful boat by the way.