Remember back in the day before video recording devices allowed us to watch the same movie a thousand times, so we watched the same reruns on television a thousand times instead? Ah, the good old days! One of my favorites was, of course, the “Beverly Hillbillies.” They used to refer to their pool as the “cement pond.” Well, Hubby and I, being of a certain age, ahem, sometimes call our pool the cement pond as well.
That name has been especially appropriate this week as, day after day and sometimes night after night we hear the tell-tale “SPLASH” of a mallard duck or two coming to rest in the cement pond. The ducks in and of themselves are not a big problem. They can just join in the fun with all the other wild creatures at our place: rabbits, snakes, possums, skunks, raccoons, and some (ugh!) rats. But ducks are very messy creatures, leaving their weird bird poo all over the pool deck. Even worse, they leave it in the water, too, and I don’t want to swim in a pool full of duck poo.
Hubby and I get a little extra exercise throwing open the sliding glass door and running towards the pool, waving our arms and yelling, scaring off the ducks. We have done it enough that now we just need to open the sliding door and the ducks here the tell-tale sound and go flying off. But don’t worry, I know, if this is the worst problem I have this spring, it will be a great season! But still, I don’t want to swim with duck poo….