Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Guard Duck and Jeep
My view from my front door was clear, and clearly blocked.
The new Impact Glass front door is very open, if the glass was not in the door, I could easily walk through it. I have a much more open view of the world now.
On the other hand, if I can see out, others can see IN.
I've gotten more careful with what I am doing inside the house, privacy's sake, I'll call it.
After all, there are certain things you may need to do that you don't necessarily want to be on view when you do it. There's a coating on the glass that makes it slightly darker inside than out, and if I haven't cleaned it, it's actually reflective.
All that aside, I've got a new habit as well. Even though the old jalousies would block some of the view with horizontal lines, I have great big panes of impact glass across the front of my house. Of course that's not really relevant, I want to go to the front door and look out.
This one particular time I walked to the front door ready to walk outside and looked out at the Jeep. I saw a duck guarding it.
Mind you she, and I think it's a she because of the coloring, didn't seem to care. She just sat there under the trailer hitch watching me and doing a threat assessment.
I was not a threat. She stayed put. My trip would wait a bit.
These Muscovy Ducks are semi-domesticated, and I have seen them everywhere I have ever been up and down the east coast. They're always aware of you, and will move out of your way if you get too close, but sometimes you really do have to get close to move them on.
The other day, a duck that could have been this one, was sitting on the side of the house. Just to the other side of the Jeep is a little area about the size of an adult's bed. There's my Orange tree in it, and it is mulched with Rubber Mulch. It makes for a nice soft place to step.
There were also two other friends of that duck sitting there. Three of the creatures.
I came bounding around the Jeep to use the trash cans and they didn't like my approach. I guess seeing 6'4" of man coming at you at a trot puts a duck a bit off.
Two of the ducks tried to fly off. It didn't work. They had to get past me to get to the clear and the gap between the Jeep, the roof, and the fence at the property line was about as far as an adult man could stretch his arms.
Not quite enough.
I had my hands full of trash, there were two freaked out ducks flapping around randomly on the pavement trying to get away, and the third duck wasn't too happy about the situation either.
All three got past me as I dropped my trash in the big blue bin, and left the property.
For a couple days, I was Duckless. I had no Ducks.
I guess you could say I couldn't give a duck.
They started coming back, just as if nothing had happened before.
So I have my ducks back. In fact, this particular duck checked in on me after that picture was taken.
Yes, you guessed it, it walked up to the door to see where I had gone. Pressed its little duck bill against the glass wondering why it couldn't walk through it.
If I can't walk through that glass, little duck, you certainly can't.
Now, could you please move? The Jeep needs to go somewhere, and so do I.