Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Cement Pond

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!


Chrissy y Keith said...

Beck, it's a she not a he. In the winter I allow a couple to fly in for breakfast and dinner. Our pool vac cleans up the mess. They make their living at the golf course across the street. I thought we might see them nest here, but the kitties keep them nervous. I bet Sabe would have had some fun with her.

Life's a Beach! said...

Chrissy, I noticed the 'she' after I posted this morning. Saby was not happy about the duck. We finally had to put her in the house. I'm kind of a clean freak, so I probably won't be hosting them for the winter. But then again, I'm not sure I have a choice? : )

IslaZina said...

You're just lucky it wasn't a Canada goose!

Life's a Beach! said...

Oh Zina! That's the truth! Canadian geese are the worst. They had to close beach parks in Seattle because they'd foul the water so much, you couldn't swim in it. Not to mention the rash you could get from the lice the geese left in the water!