posted on Jun, 3 2019 @ 09:57 AM
When I was a young lad about 12 on school summer holidays, I used to love to go cycling on my BMX, this was on the outskirts of a city in the West
Midlands, which had some countryside/wasteland with a river, trees, and wooded area. On one occasion I took food and a drink and stopped and had a
little picnic by the river, the scraps I had left I gave to a lonely looking duck (mallard). That fella followed me all the way home, and sat outside
my back door waiting for me. I went out, and he just sat there so I let him in and half filled the bath for him. My mom went crazy went she got back,
he followed me everywhere, and for a few days my mom let me keep him around. He was a great companion. My mom made me take him a few miles away to a
lake with other ducks. I still chuckle about that from time to time.