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| - Last Friday morning I woke up, looked outside my window and thought, "Oh my, there's a turkey by the pool." Yes, I thought this was odd. I had no idea turkeys liked water, but more importantly I was not aware of a desert turkey. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a duck.
I, being the hysterical wife that I can be, immediately called my traveling husband to tell him the shocking news. He freaks out when a songbird comes within 100-feet of the pool, so the news of a duck peering over the edge of our cement pond really upset him. "Get rid of it. If other ducks smell duck oil we'll have an entire colony in our pool," he informed me. So, I ran outside, grabbed the pool net and attempted to shoo it away, but it did what any sensible duck would do, it jumped in the pool. Laughing hysterically, I called my husband to let him know the good news.
Eventually, I chased the duck out of the pool, and I soon realized the poor thing was bleeding. What to do? I wasn't sure if animal control dealt with wild animals, but I called them up. A nice man was at my house within an hour. He was probably one of the nicest public workers I have ever met. He was very kind to the duck and to me. We ended up bonding over a duck chase, as it took both of us to get the little lady. During the process, she ended up taking at least three long, submerged laps of the pool. If my husband's duck oil theory is correct, we better learn how to whistle Old McMisti had a farm with some extra duck verses. (I am not about to tell him the duck pooped in the pool too!)
I have dealt with animal control previously when a neighbor's dog was roaming about the neighborhood delivering "treats" on everyone's lawn, and on that occasion, I had the same experience: kind and prompt service. In a city known for less than stellar public services, somehow animal control is doing their less than sexy job quite well.
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