My Grandfather made this metal bird garden-ornament when I was a child. I inherited it when he passed almost four years ago, and often I forget that it is even there as it is tucked away in the rose bushes. Anyhow, I have had this ornament way before I even considered getting ducks; however, now every time I look at the ornament, I see a runner duck! It makes me giggle and perhaps contemplate the strangeness or synchronicity of life. Do you see a runner duck, or do I just have ducks on my brain?
