well, it isn't a long story, but i'll drag it out as much as i am able to. and i realize i ended that in a preposition, and no, i don't give a shit.
one evening, heather and i were sitting on the back patio while she had a smoke. there are ducks that live around here during the summer, and often come to the backyard because our neighbor puts out food for animals. anyway, there were none on the ground as normal, probably because it was one of the first cool nights in a long time. there was a small group, i am hesitant to call it a proper flock, of about six ducks; one male, five females, like a harem or something. this group was flying in circles over the backyard, quacking every so often. i assumed that they were debating landing as it was getting dark out, and heather assumed they were going to poop on us if we didn't go in soon, and were warning us. they circled a few more times, once even lowering to about a yard from the ground before regaining altitude. right before we were going to go in, they made a last pass and quacked, and heather got pooped on. i made her stay there while i grabbed the camera, just so i could share this moment with the world. it was super amusing, unless of course you are heather, and then it sucked. so there is the story. enjoy it, and learn from it: don't stay out when ducks are circling above you.
