To Bigger Pond

After his wife died, Pong went into a kinda ducky depression. I felt bad for him but there was nothing that I could do. He came out of it after some time but he had grown mean. As mean as a bean. He would chase people (not me of course) all around the yard. This prohibited me from letting him out of his pen and the lack of activity made him bored. And his boredom made him meaner.

I love my ducky but I knew he had to go. It was a sad thought, see as how I raised him from a baby and he use to ride around on my lap. But he bites. And with all the little kids we have in and out of here, its not safe to have a biting duck.

So we found him a pond. It is a nice pond owned by a very nice man from our church. He has four ducks of his own and needed a friend for Daisy who was not accepted by the other three. And I can visit him when ever I want.

He and Daisy (the black one) hit it off right from the start. Pong is doing what he is supposed to do, he protects Daisy from the other ducks and follows her around the pond.

At first the whole pond thing was new to him (we don't have a pond). His swimming skills were lacking and he tried to swim with his feet sticking out the side of his body. Which didn't work very well. He caught on quickly but he's still a little awkward in the dunking compartment. The move was what was best for him and I know he will be well taken care of.  And when I was there today he didn't chase a single person or try to bite anyone!!! Success!  

Over all he is blending in quite nicely!