Today's post is all about ducks, so you can stop reading now if you're not into these fine feathered friends. First, I've learned that there are two kinds of ducks:  "move away from the aliens" and "stand your ground," neither of which are conducive to dog walking. The move away guys start waddling frantically, which naturally makes any normal dog (or a least my two) want to give chase. I practically choke them to hold them back, which doesn't seem to even faze them (the dogs, not the ducks). And then there are the determined ones who stand in the middle of the sidewalk, stare right at us, and dare us to pass. This is even more confusing for my guys because they don't know what to do. Keep in mind these ducks look like they weigh 15-20 pounds... they're not tiny. So I have to give them a wide berth and drag the dogs around them.

But as much as I hate encountering the quackers on our morning walks, today was different. There are always 25 to 30 of the little fellas all around and on the lake, but today I counted only seven. Seven!!! Where are all the others? I've been here a little over a year now (St. Patrick's day was the anniversary) and have never seen this happen. And now I don't know whether to be worried or thrilled. I'll have to report back.