You Can't Eat my Bestfriend

The compound I live on is one pony ride away from charging admission to pull in our yard. In the past few weeks two wild ducks have wondered into our yard, and have made a pretty nice home for themselves.With three different chicken condos to rest in, all you can eat fed and cracked corn, and a lovely man made pond to splash around in who can blame them for moving in. I personally have a love/hate relationship with ducks, Flash back to when I was probably 4 years old I remember going to Smiling Hill Farm to feed the ducks, and geese. They would seriously run me down for a piece of moldy bread and hiss at me which is so not cool. On the other hand I once got a pretty life size ceramic duck cookie jar from a yard sale when i was a preteen that had a red bow around its neck that i thought was the coolest thing and used it as a change jar for many years, till I cracked the neck and had to trash it much to my future husbands joy ..Anyway back to present time the two ducks have become 1 duck because apparently the male duck only hangs around when there is a chance to get some sweet duck loving and after that ship has sailed he is on his way, which my Father In-law three beers in tells me that should be the only way to live. Well every morning Gerty, Yes i named the Duck Gerty, stands in the yard screaming for her man to come back, MMmhmhm we have all been there girl. My father In-law who works 3rd shift Is not to impressed with this and has declared we will be having Roasted Duck for the Fourth of July. Man I'm not a vegetarian bu any means but i really just can't eat meat that i have named. My protesting hippie side came out and I was ready to make save Gerty signs. Last night in the pouring rain I ran out in to the petting zoo to free her from the old chicken tractor she was in awaiting her death. I open the door and she hissed at me...Really not cool man, I shoo her and click and do every sort of animal noise i can think of but she doesn't move.  After about 5mins of trying...I know right real effort there, In my defense it was pouring out and i was only wearing Old Navy's classic $2 flip flops i was getting cold. I left the door open and ran back in the house to call my Father In-Law. After about 10mins of pleading and one store bought Duck later Gerty is free to roam the compound. :)