Our dear duck had not only outgrown his small box, large box, and the bathtub, but when he began outgrowing the entire bathroom, we sadly knew that we had to transition to plan B. We took Frankie to the Bird Sanctuary in Indio last week. The whole way there, he let out that sweet little beep, like he knew where we were going. (He hasn’t developed his quack yet.) Lori and I took turns reassuring one another that we were doing what was best for Frankie, and that rather than setting him free by himself, he would now have several friends to fly away with. All along, when Lori said that she wanted to keep him until he could fly, I imagined tossing this poor duck into the air, only for him to fly up 50 feet, think to himself, ‘What the h*ll!?’ and quickly return to us. This way, at least he will have a family to fly with. We were pleasantly surprised that the sanctuary already had about 8 other ducks, very close to his age. We each kissed Frankie goodbye, and they quickly placed him in the pen with his feathered surrogate family. He immediately waddled over to their water bowl, which he transformed into a bath, and casually plopped himself in. I’m sure the other ducks were wondering who he thought he was, bathing in their drinking water, but Frankie didn’t care. If nothing else, we taught him to be confident, independent, and well… okay, I’ll say it… pushy! It was a fun experience having a duck for a month, and he certainly brought lots of laughter into our lives, but it was time to let him go. Thank you, Mr. Frankford, for everything. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
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