Goose, Goose, Duck

There's a small pond in back of the office building where I work. It attracts ducks and geese. This time of year there aren't many to be found. There is this one duck that has remained. It has odd coloring, a splotchy irredescent green and brown over a white base.

In the mornings it will fly down to the parking lot to meet cars as they drive in, then waddle behind the person going in to the building. Sometimes if you're walking too fast for it, it will take wing to catch up with you. As amusing as ducks can seem when they're waddling on the ground, they can be a little scary when flying straight at your head. But it always stops just in time, and drops straight down to the parking lot like a helicopter.

I'd always assumed some people had fed it, and now it was expecting food from everyone. Now, I'm not so sure that's the case. I think it may just be lonely. The only other waterfowl there are two geese, and they pretty much keep to themselves. It's as if they think they're better than the duck.

I decided to test my theory one afternoon and sat and talked to it for a minute. It seemed to enjoy it. Though it's kind of hard to tell with a duck. It did get the cutest, perplexed look on its face when I got in my car and closed the door. As if it was thinking, How'd he do that? There just aren't any doors in a ducks world. I think they have a hard time wrapping their brains around the concept.