Is a story about two love birds, who returning north from wintering in some favorable climate, find each other and begin their courtship. No online dating required. Just good old Duck Talk pick up lines. I mean they were probably flying when they met, what could you possibly say up there?
M – You’re hot
F – You look like you fly good
M – Wanna make babies?
F – You had me at ‘you’re hot’
Animal instincts take over, and they become a couple (actually animal instincts didn’t take over, they were probably running this scenario from jump). It must have been so romantic they way they gazed into each other’s eyes the whole time, and completely overshot Lake Ontario. Or perhaps they were looking for something a little more secluded. Or perhaps he told her he had a private lake. Probably that. First body of water he sees that doesn’t look like it’s spoken for becomes the private lake.
F – Cool lake. What’s with all the bulldozers?
M – Don’t worry about that baby.
So they made sweet love on their private lake, and began to build a nest. Not a lot of options for nest locations. This lake is a 5 or 6 day heat wave from not even being a lake anymore, it’s so small. That doesn’t bother them at all. They frolic around their little construction site lake, which is soon to suffer a fate, only foreman or contractor could predict. They don’t need it that long. How long does it take to make Duck Babies and teach them to fly? Can’t be that long!
Almost every day I go to visit them. Not only am I totally obsessed with their unique story, but I’ve been quarantining, and this is what qualifies as ‘getting out’ these days. I haven’t seen them in a while. I don’t know if the site didn’t work out, maybe too much construction noise. Maybe they found a better spot. Maybe they go out and grab dinner at around that time, because it’s usually 5pm, and everyone knows that Ducks eat dinner at around 5. Maybe shit just didn’t work out between them. After all, based on what I’ve said about them (and that’s all we have to go on), their relationship was kind of superficial. My Duck friends will be in my thoughts literally every time I walk past their home. I hope whatever has happened, it was for the best, and I wish my Duck friends well. We’re not really friends though, I just visit them sometimes, and I like to quack at them, but they don’t really quack back, but it’s cool.
“Oh to be young, and to feel love’s keen sting!” – Professor Dumbledore