Thanks to our cat who celebrated the new day by bringing a wood duck drake in just after seven.  It was barely hurt and he chased it from one end of the house to the other before I got hold of him (the cat) and put him in Chancery.woodie2.jpg

Getting hold of the duck was another story with plenty of hilarious cartoon action as it waddled from room to room, went to ground in Ellen’s closet, hid under the bed, ran to the other end of the house and generally acted daffy.  I let it rest for a while, opened the outside door and herded it that way.  Once it saw the door open it took off from the middle of the kitchen, flew through the house, out the carport and off into the air squeaking with pleasure and relief.