Jorge and I have moved 3 times in the past 4 years. It may sound like a lot, but we just kept out growing where we were before. Plus, one of the moves was to a new city for a job. With each move that we have made, we have adopted a new animal.
Let me clarify…it’s not like we went out and found another furry baby to bring home. They found us…well me. One followed me in when I was carrying in the groceries. Another ran in my front door when I was getting a package from a delivery man…and the last one I carried inside because he was starving and soaking wet from the rain. This means we have 4 cats and one dog (who thinks he is my human baby). And now we also have a duck…named Donald.
The very first afternoon that Jorge and I pulled up to the new house Donald was there to greet us. He immediately started following me around like a mother hen and tried to walk in the front door like he lived there too. He has climbed into my car, supervised as I painted some furniture in the garage, and yesterday he took my flip flop when I wasn’t looking and waddled away with it.
Everyday Donald comes and sits in my front yard (or sometimes in the actual flowerbed) and watches me work in my studio/office. He waits…and waits…and waits….until I come out and feed him. So far he has gone through 2 packages of my expensive whole wheat pita bread and a half a box of wheat thins. Yesterday I bought him his own loaf of white bread…and tomorrow I plan on finding a local feed store to go buy some duck feed. …in other words, I officially have another pet. Thank god this one lives outside.
Here is a video Jorge took on the morning after we first moved in. I was in my PJs and was unpacking my prop room when I looked up and spotted Donald staring at me. Being the suckers we are, we immediately went out to feed him.