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I have a similar "duck" story with a little happier ending....sort of. MAny years ago, I was fortunate that my family had a row of summer homes along Hyannis inner harbor. One morning my brother and I saw two ducklings swimming around one of our docks all alone. Mom was nowhere in sight, and the gulls were hovering and attacking. We jumped in a skiff and rescued the two. I was about 12, my brother 10. We named the pair frisky and whisky (don't ask). Whisky died a day later, but frisky lived with is all summer. We fed that thing rice-baby food all summer. She would follow us through the yards, swim with us on the beach, and just chill out.
Well, Summer came to an end and no chance she was coming back to worcester with us so we turned her over to Audobaun (sp?).
The next summer a full grown female Mallard shows up on our patio!! A little skiddish, but way to comfortable to be a coincidence. She hung out (with a little distance) that whole summer and 2-3 subsequent years. Then....gone.
Still a cool memory
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