What the Heck is in the…
Charlie Bear here.
Something strange happened the other morning. Two ducks landed in our pool (like many other homes here in Southern California, ours has a pool). Nothing so weird about ducks landing in the pool, right? Well, when you hear the story, you might think otherwise.
First, I ALWAYS bark at things in the backyard: possums, squirrels, cats. But I didn’t let out a peep when I saw the ducks. Want to know why? Cause I knew who they were — who they represented. But wait…I’m getting ahead of myself.
They floated in with wings spread wide, landed with barely a splash, then began to swim around. After about five minutes, the male Mallard, all shiny and pretty, flew off! Just like that, he left the female Mallard’s side. She swam alone, all brown and camouflaged and unassuming, but calm and quiet. She didn’t fret, she didn’t fly off to find him, she waited, patiently.
Mom Peep thought the male duck was gone, and she was sad. But no! He flew back into the pool about two minutes later. The female paddled over to him, nuzzled up next to his side, almost like a hello smooch or a hug after coming home from work or something. They sunned on the deck, preened and bathed and frolicked. And I watched, not uttering a sound.
Want to know why? If you have read the CHARLIE BEAR book, then you’ll remember the night after Rex went over the Rainbow Bridge. Three ducks flew into our pool that night–one female and two males. They represented Diamond, Red, and Rex.
This visit a few days ago was from Diamond and Red. Mom and Dad Peep consider it comfort. Me, too.
Have you had any visitors that represent someone or something precious to you?
Wiggles and woofs,