Or maybe not.

Dorothy shows no signs of going anywhere. She likes to keep me company when I am sitting down at the beach.

Here’s something else that kept me company yesterday.

He was under the umbrella when I opened it and almost fell on my head when he fell down. Is it a toad? A frog? Whatever it is, I don’t want it falling on me.

What I didn’t know was that there was a smaller one clinging to the pole as I sat underneath the umbrella for a couple of hours. I’m glad I wore my hat.

Just in case.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t need frogs in my hair.

Back to the duck…

I have found a lovely, duck-filled home for her. The “duck lady” and I have been trying to find a good day for catching Dorothy and transporting her to her new life with other duck friends.

Catching her is not going to be easy. I’ve googled “how to catch a duck” and am quite intimidated. I even ordered a long-handled wildlife net on Amazon (to be delivered Wednesday). This process could take more energy than Banjo Man and I are capable of mustering, so we’re counting on the duck lady’s skills.

She is also bringing one of her ducks to attract Dorothy into net-wielding distance.

In the meantime we’ve taught “our” duck to come up the hill to eat her dinner on the flat area in front of the house. She waddles up the slope when she hears the lower porch door open and Banjo Man bangs on a metal cup. Hopefully that is where the duck-catching-extravaganza will take place, on flat land and away from the lake.

She clearly belongs in a barnyard. How did she get here? No idea, unless someone dumped her by boat.

I hope it doesn’t become a trend.