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The Duck Man
Recently we were visiting our friend who lives in a retirement home. He had been telling us about a beloved character he called “The Duck Man.” We finally met him, and what a delight. He announced himself with two toots on his duck call then with the help of his walker headed for the back door. Now this complex is located along the edge of a river. The river is a bit back, fringed with trees, but out back there is an area for a garden and green space. The Duck man went out there. The ducks were waiting, fifty to sixty of them. They actually came right to the door as he went out, having heard the two calls. We watched and smiled as the horde waddled after him. Mallards both female and male followed him like tame dogs. He went on, walker in hand, smile well placed on his face. The ducks followed him until he came to a spot close to the planters. There he emptied a small cup of feed into his hand, extended it and waited. He ducks came to him, shy at first, then a brave one or two actually took the feed right from his hand. Now please know these ducks are wild, and shy of humans. He recently lost his wife of a life time, so he is deeply affected by that loss. He looked old and frail…that is until he had the ducks gather round him. His face lit up, his posture went straight and his smile beamed so bright that we, who watched him, all in turn began to smile. He was in his own world and unaware of those who were watching him through the window. All that mattered to him were his ducks and their appreciation. He was out there less than ten minutes in all. Alone in the chill of an icy winter noon. But he sure warmed up our hearts. His return was quiet and subdued, though his smile was not. And for a moment he seemed unburdened by age or loss. So were those of us who watched him. Its amazing how a simple small gesture, unplanned and from the heart can have such far reaching results. The Duck man was only feeding the ducks, no great scheme, no ulterior motive, just because he wanted to. Not only did he feed the ducks that day, he fed all of us watching, giving us a generous portion of delight. I understand he does this every day, he hires a taxi to take him downtown to buy the feed at his own expense, once every week or so. It takes no small measure of effort for him, as his mobility is compromised. He doesn’t do it for accolades, doesn’t do it for anyone but the ducks, yet he rewards us all!