The duck people have arrived

The year after we moved into the townhouse we drove down to TX and adopted an Irish Terrier rescue. Darby got to keep his rescue name. It so suited him. An Irish guy 😊

Darby experienced ducks for the first time here that spring. He did not care for them. Not one bit. And he let everyone in the area know. “Some duck people have arrived. Be on high alert!” In dog language, of course.

Every year since then, the first time we see the ducks fly in to the green space, we say “the duck people have arrived!”

They “arrived” the other day, very early in the morning. I saw three fly in barely at dawn. Later that morning they came back. Sandy was very aware and concerned. But he was glad they at least weren’t up on the roof top. Whew! Dodged that one. The last time they did that, Darby was in charge, and alerting for that type of “invasion”. Would have been very big shoes to fill.