Muscovy Ducks Took Over My Life

It’s been a long life filled with adventure. I backpacked around Southeast Asia, visited Europe, lived in South Korea and Guam, and met more amazing people than I could ever tell you about. I’ve always been kind of a rolling stone, walking the Earth looking for adventure.

Then I got married to someone who is possibly the most stable person on Earth. So, we bought a house and put down roots (literally, because we planted an awesome garden and beautiful trees.)

I’ve never really been one to take on responsibilities. My only pet I had in my adult life was a snake that my friend David gave me. But, Rich LOVES animals. We went to a petting zoo on a farm in Waimanalo and he saw a duckling for the first time, and he had to have one.

Of course, once we had one, we had to get a second. It turns out ducks are flock animals and they get lonely if they’re by themselves. Unfortunately, it’s hard to tell the sex of a duckling when they are babies, so we eneded up buying a boy. Turns out if you have a boy, you need at least two girls. So, then we had to get another duck.

I had my doubts about ducks as a pet a first, but it didn’t take long for me to fall completely in love. I met other duck owners and it became one of my Autistic Special Interests. I annoy people with how much I talk about them. And, I’m okay with that.

It’s true, I avoided pets because I never wanted to hold still or stay in one place. I always felt restless and wanted to travel, and pets stop you from doing that. But the truth is, these last few years settling down and having a little farm and some ducks have been pretty good. I am finally tired enough to rest a while, and so I sit in my rocking chair on my porch, and I watch the ducks play in the garden, and that’s my life.