When I came into work this morning, I noticed something strange. There was a large duck standing by the door I use to get into the building. Normally, it wouldn’t be at all odd to see dozens of geese in the grassy area around the building where I work. However, a duck was a bit out of place.
I approached the door more slowly than I usually would, and tried to gauge the duck’s demeanor. The duck looked at me, and shuffled on her feet a bit, but didn’t back down.
Once I was within about 10 feet of her, she leaned forward a bit, fluffed up her feathers, and let out a little quack. Then, she stood back up again, flattened her feathers, and looked at me expectantly.
I continued my approach, and the duck was unfazed. She was about two feet to my left as I reached for the door and opened it. I wondered if the duck would bolt inside the building. Would I have to call security? Animal control? Who would catch a duck trapped inside the building?
But the duck didn’t move. She stood there, watched me enter as the heavy door closed behind me, and then went back to her post, looking for the next person to enter the building.
