WHAT THE …UCK
This morning I awoke to loud shouts of banishment, “Out you dumb ..ucks.” followed by splashing from the pool next to my bedroom window and more angry words reduced to muttering. When I peered out my window all I could see was the apartment pool man slowly retreating from the pool area with a humiliating smile on his lips. I turned my gaze toward the pool and smiled too.
The pair claimed the pool as their pond weeks before the cover was removed. They duck-walked the after rain puddles with enthusiasm and cheers from the neighborhood kids. The kids banded together in support of the Ducks (also an Oregon Sports Symbol). They rallied their voices in a constant plea for their perpetuity.
“Please don’t yell at them. It scares them.”
“The spotted one flew all the way from Canada. She likes it here.”
“We don’t mind swimming with them. “
“You like them too.”
“My mom says it’s OK to swim with the ducks.”
TAKING THE PLUNGE
DUCK SIT IN
I am tempted to offer the kids some of my 60’s protest techniques but remember the results and my sister-in-law’s words on retirement, “The work setting is better suited for the younger generation.”