duck gone mad

ducks.

i love them.

i babysat my friends baby duck for a week in high school,

have gone to many, many duck ponds with a lovely sac of bread

even helped rescue one that was stuck in a shopping cart.

and just this past weekend at the animal farm, my favorite part (besides the train ride, of course) was holding the wee baby duckling.

but

 just yesterday i was meeting up with a friend to have an "art date" and  was almost to her house 

when i thought i saw a duck waddle in front of my car.

i wasn't quite sure because i was grabbing something from under the passenger chair...

 afraid to continue driving, in case it was a random duck under my car... i put it in park.

i waited and nothing.

finally, i hopped out of the car and squatted down to look under just to be extra sure.

i started scooting back as i saw some squinty, mean, red eyes were grilling me.

and all of a sudden this lone, male duck went absolutely mad.

he scuttled his way over and started going at my legs, pecking and pecking away.

on this sunny day i was wearing those flowered holed tights that don't even qualify as any sort of armor!

that duck wouldn't back off. 

it had me backed up to the trunk of my car until i had to hop on. 

how was this happening!?

then it started flapping it's wings like it was about to fly up and peck my eyes out

as my life flashed before my eyes this is all i saw.

ok, maybe a bit dramatic.

but he just wouldn't stop!

i was getting further and further away from my car sitting in the middle of the road, door still open, car still running, MOTAB still singing...

finally an older gentlemen who was on a walk with his dog came to the rescue, freeing the pup from his leash he yelled "maybe the dog will help" and the dog came charging, barking at the old mean mallard.

free at last, free at last.

you can bet your bottom dollar that that's the last time i'm going down that street without a taser.

that 'pet duck' needs a fence. an electric one.

and those owners need to nail a 'BEWARE OF DUCK' sign up on their property

because that thing was far meaner than any rottweiler or pit-bull or dilophosaurus  i've ever seen.