I joke a lot about the cement pond (remember the Beverly Hillbillies) in the backyard, but I was shocked the other night to hear quacking when I went out to replace the solar cover. I couldn't see it, so I grabbed my camera and this is what the flash captured. I spent five minutes trying to chase the duck out of the pool. I have a theory that he lives next door at the Bumpuses, was out late with his friends, had a few too many, and came home to the wrong cement pond. Hopefully, the duck wasn't some kind of Tony Soprano omen!
Note to duck: I don't swim in your stool, so why'd you crap in my pool?
I actually love the ducks on the ponds in the neighborhood, but I don't like sharing the pool with them. The cleanup the next morning wasn't fun. How dare he! HA!