Sunday, March 24, 2013

City Ducks

Sue with white duck, Jan and Ann with brown ducks.

   I wrote this poem as part of a series on pets we had when I was growing up.  The variety of pets we owned in Iowa is a testament to my mother’s love of animals.  That legacy continues with stories of pets that my children have had, too. 

  The ending of this poem is a happy note that we made the right decision for the ducks.  But as a child, I was sad that the ducks did not come to us or seem to remember us.  

Important note:  I do not endorse giving baby ducks or chicks to kids for Easter, unless the family lives on a farm.  I recently read an article about a duck rescue org that gets flooded with Easter ducks when the family realizes how much care (and poop scooping) they require.  Some people think these ducks can just be released at a pond or lake, but ducks do not usually survive the transition from tame to wild.  It's just as abusive as abandoning an unwanted cat or dog.  So please do not consider this a promotion for giving ducklings as gifts.

City Ducks by Janet Sobczyk, 2012

One Easter I got a gift,
a most unusual gift,
a cute little baby duck.

My sisters got ducklings, too,
and we loved them as our own,
three baby ducks for three girls.

We didn’t live on a farm,
Dad was a city banker
and Mom just loved animals.

The ducks stayed in a small pen
in our warm basement at night,
and played outside everyday.

Their little fuzzy wings grew
and sprouted long, sleek feathers
which they flapped and learned to fly.

From our shoulders they took off
and then fluttered to the ground,
like proud mamas we helped them.

Ducks in the city, oh my!
Cars would pull over to watch,
It was an amazing sight.

When they became fully grown
we knew they needed more room
to swim and fly and be free.

So we took them to a farm
and said our last sad goodbyes,
we hated to leave them there.

But we went back to visit
and found our three ducks swimming
on a pond with their new flock.
This blurry photo is my daughter, Andrea,
 with a duck she was given
from her camp's taxidermy collection.



They looked happy and took off
with dozens of other ducks
soaring up into the sky.

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