Neighbor Nancy had already run a huge circle with Labradoodle Teddy when she doubled back to walk with me. She said Teddy seems to need both speed and time spent outside. When we were next to the water at the millpond, I heard the low grumble of male mallards. I told Nancy that my dad explained the males do the grumbling, and the females do the quacking that we associate with ducks. I did a quiet imitation.
Nancy laughed when a real duck replied behind me, “Quack! Quack! Quack!”
What on earth do you suppose I said in duck talk?
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