Apparently we have opened a rehab centre for injured wildlife.
A duck (female greater scaup) slept in our guest room last night.
Not only was I not consulted, I wasn't even given a courtesy "heads up" that the duck would be gracing us with her presence. No one asked my permission.
Worse, I was tricked.
The human managed to get the duck into the guest room and out this morning for a trip to rehab without me ever knowing it was here.
I didn't have the chance to sniff it. Bark at it.
Eat it.
Oh, sure, I had canned duck this morning with my breakfast. But believe me, I had no idea a real, live duck was mere feet away. What a raw deal!
I was bamboozled.
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