A pair of ducks has appeared in our pool for the second year in a row, and that’s no April Fool’s joke, despite the date. Last year it was more quaint. Until it really wasn’t, at which point I made this futile plan. And now we greeted their return with a weary laugh, because running out and scaring them three times on a rainy day is not how I want to spend my time. Such is our work, however, if we don’t want them to nest poolside. This isn’t ‘The Sopranos’, so we simply don’t have the space.
