My DH has been in a pretty bad funk for the last few years due to the loss of both of our fathers, my aunt, my grandmother(who DH was very close to), our English Setter, Lexi who was his best hunting buddy, and in August of this year, we lost my brother in-law to a horrendous car accident(who was one of DHs best friends since childhood). He wanders around our place, kind of like a lost soul anymore. This past Saturday morning, I told him, "Get your clothes on and come outside and watch the ducks for a while with me". Took him about 30 minutes, but he came traipsing outside. I told him to park it in a lawn chair and proceeded to basically force him to hold Desi-my mallard/Call/whatever duck(he's one of my honorary Calls). Bless Desi's little ducky heart, he sat there like a little lap dog much to my husband's amazement. For the first time in a long time, DH had a big smile on his face and said, "I wonder how many people can sit outside in a lawnchair and hold a greenhead on their lap." DH now HAS to be the one to man the water hose when we are cleaning pools/waterers because he found out the hose causes a ducky stampede and he LOVES it! Last night, I had to tell him, "Honey, you're flooding the pen" because the ducks were having such a good time playing in the hose sprayer. His response was, "I didn't do it, they did". My ducks have been a huge motivator for me when the days have seemed dark and I'm so glad that a little mixed-breed Call/mallard/whatever drake finally put a big smile on DHs face. Duckluck-when you meet my DH this weekend, if you repeat this story-he will deny it and say it NEVER happened!