Unlucky Duck

I am listening to my husband make calls to window repair companies for estimates.

Last night while we were at a family event, a duck shattered our bay window. Yes, a duck. Poor guy. As #6 was standing over its lifeless little body feeling very sad, I was telling her that at least it wasn’t Harold (of Harold & Margaret, the duck couple that tried to nest by our pond). She reminded me (in her 7-year-old language) that he still had value.

It was an important reminder.

RIP, unlucky duck.

What the heck?

Is that a duck?!

Yep, a duck.