Thank God. I was reading with dread that it wasn’t going to end well.Y’all, I have a tater of a drake.
I went outside earlier, always count my ducks when they are out and about. Everyone was there. Then I was in the chicken coops and a couple roosters alerted. They do this sometimes when the ducks do their flight exercises across the yard. So I go running out checking if that’s all it was. One of my duck hens was across the yard, and came waddling quickly back to the others. I count, and am missing one. Frantically figure out which one it is, my pastel drake Bonkers. He has been known to fly over the fence and can’t figure out how to come back. The girls were calling to him, still he didn’t come.
So I head out looking where he normally ends up. Not there. The south side of my yard is fenced, and the back, but the front and north side of the house are not fenced. So I go around, and he is way out beyond the house, out in the front yard by my flag pole. You Taterhead! I clapped my hands at him and called his name. He finally spotted me and came waddling toward me. Finally got him back thru the gate to his quacking girls. Taterhead.