Farewell, my duck

Well, I just went to the pond to see if perchance Honey was there for a Final Breakfast, but she was gone. I suspect that in the evenings she finds somewhere safe to sleep, as the duck islands are pretty much covered with water and don’t look too comfortable.

So off I go, and I hope she goes off too—to wherever mallards take themselves in winter. I will miss her, but hope that she’ll come back next spring.  If she returns in the next few days, she’ll miss me, too, for I am the Purveyor of Noms; but I need to exercise tough love and let her go. She belongs not to me but to Nature.

Here’s a final picture of Honey, and a lovely thing she is too:

Honey the duck

24 Comments

  1. Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:31 am | Permalink

    Sweet. I love your love of our various neighbors in nature.

  2. MARIO PRECIADO
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:43 am | Permalink

    I’ll mis her…

  3. Hempenstein
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:45 am | Permalink

    Trevlig resa! (Or however they say bon voyage in Polish.)

    Swallows and Capistrano sounds more poetic than mallards and Chicago, but will she return? Tune in next spring for the next chapter of… The Professor and his Feathered Friend.

  4. somer
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:58 am | Permalink

    Thats a very sweet picture. Wishing Honey best opportunities and (if she pleases) return next year.

  5. Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:59 am | Permalink

    She’s sooooooo adorable. Ducks often return to the same location if they’ve had a good experience there (food, shelter, safety). 🙂

  6. Posted September 2, 2017 at 10:19 am | Permalink

    Awh! Sorry to see her go! I hope she comes back in the spring! 🦆

  7. Posted September 2, 2017 at 10:23 am | Permalink

    Lovely picture. Suitable for framing and hanging on a wall in your home.

  8. rickflick
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 11:35 am | Permalink

    What a snout!

  9. Greg Mills
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 11:59 am | Permalink

    We lost our duck about ten years ago. She was a little orphan floating down the Sacramento River delta when neighbors found her. Quackers had a bad leg and limped a little bit and I guess she just couldn’t keep up with her family.

    She was a joy. We never released her; didn’t think she would survive the wild. She lived in our aviary and puttered in the yard. I’d put in the bath tub and she’d race laps around under water. Very affectionate. Loved to be cuddled and dried off with a warm towel.

    They definitely have feelings.

    I’m crying as I write this.

    • Posted September 2, 2017 at 4:23 pm | Permalink

      That’s sad, but you gave her a good life. She had water to swim only in the bathtub?

      • Greg Mills
        Posted September 3, 2017 at 11:25 am | Permalink

        No, she had a little pool in the back yard, with ramps and toys and all, but she was wasn’t very fond of it. She was much happier limping around the yard after us, and swimming in the bath tub. So that’s what she got.

    • Laurance
      Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:53 pm | Permalink

      My sister raised a bird (don’t ask me what species, I don’t know, just a nondescript small brown bird). She loved Peepenstein, but finally it was time to send Peepenstein out into the wild…my sister missed that little bird who lived in the house…

  10. Ken Kukec
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 12:01 pm | Permalink

    You sure that’s a bird in the picture? It’s got the webbed feet and bill of a platypus.

  11. Ken
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 5:17 pm | Permalink

    Thanks, Jerry, I’ve enjoyed following this story. I’m sure Honey will be fine because of the care you’ve shown. Enjoy your trip. I’ll be in the UK and France for the first time while you’re in Poland.

  12. Ken Kukec
    Posted September 2, 2017 at 5:26 pm | Permalink

    Since the titles to all your Honey posts seem to be literary or musical allusions, I’m guessing this one’s to Raymond Chandler?

    • Posted September 2, 2017 at 5:42 pm | Permalink

      I’m not all that well read. What was “My fickle duck” alluding to, apart from the Speverend Rooner?

      • Ken Kukec
        Posted September 2, 2017 at 6:01 pm | Permalink

        My guess would be to the “my fickle friend” line in Frank Sinatra’s lament over the end of an intense summer romance, “Summer Wind.” But, as I say, that’s just a guess.

    • BJ
      Posted September 2, 2017 at 8:19 pm | Permalink

      This whole saga can be found in a novel by one of Chandler’s contemporaries: The Maltese Fowlcon

  13. Diane G.
    Posted September 3, 2017 at 1:15 am | Permalink

    Love that photo! 😀

    • Nell Whiteside
      Posted September 3, 2017 at 10:55 am | Permalink

      Yes! Excellent portrait. I hope you polish off many cherry pies in Poland. Have fun.

  14. gravelinspector-Aidan
    Posted September 3, 2017 at 11:42 am | Permalink

    Someone is going to get Jerry an egg incubator during the winter.

  15. Laurance
    Posted September 3, 2017 at 9:54 pm | Permalink

    I live just a few blocks from a wonderful park with a creek (and a spring) that flows through. We have ducks, oh wow, we have ducks, and we have ducks through the winter. They don’t leave. Why? Do the ducks in Chicago behave differently from the ducks in central PA?

    • Diane G.
      Posted September 4, 2017 at 12:09 am | Permalink

      Here in Michigan some ducks linger all year if they find open water. The local bird sanctuary aerates parts of their ponds to accommodate them and other waterfowl, but you’ll also find them in moving waters that don’t freeze, etc.

      • Diane G.
        Posted September 4, 2017 at 12:10 am | Permalink

        By which I meant, other moving waters–rivers, warm spots near factory outflows, etc.


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