Ducks, duck

It is amazing how quickly one can go from animal defender, welfare advocate, rescue worker and our "fury/feathered brother's keeper" to, I'm gonna kill that f-----g duck!

As spring approaches so to visions of human aqua-romance appear on the horizon and our thoughts turn to slow, hot evenings spent submerged in watery bliss...then come the ducks.

Now the truth is we like ducks. Ducks are cool, ducks are somebody's mother but when two ducks adopt your swimming pool in lieu of the loo well then, we just don't know.

A duck in love is a duck in search of privacy, kind of like college. A private pool with a view is better than the commons and a whole lot better than a dorm room. Thing is if you're a duck, well then pool/pond is the same thing as dorm/loo and the effect on our pool is, OK, we won't go there.

Feathers aside, ducks in the pool are cool just please, don't pee in my pond.