We said "no more ducks".
So how is it that less than a few weeks later, I find myself with this fellow?
He is most definitely a duck. My better half reminded me that we were not going to get anymore ducks. I nodded my head, as I fed the duck broccoli.
I explained that the duck was given to us by someone who didn't have acres of green fields for him to run about in, nor did they have a creek for him to splash in. How could I deny the poor duck that opportunity?
Some time later, I found my better half sleeping on the couch, with the duck nestled in the crook of his arm.
It seems the duck is staying.