I returned to the house from work one day to find a wooden duck in my doorway. It was quite strange actually. The light of dusk obscured my vision just enough to think someone put a yellow bag of shit on my doorstep–the duck is yellow. It turns out my mother had bought the thing for us. Anyway, i’m still getting used to this wooden mallard seeing me out the door and welcoming me home everyday. At least i think it’s wood. i haven’t actually touched the thing yet. Perhaps my aversion has something to do with a prior history with birds, but i actually jumped back in defense the first morning i opened my door to this thing.

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