Living Life With Feathers

The Imprint of Love: Becoming a Flock

Once upon a time, I was a tiny Muscovy duckling alone in a hot, sun-drenched parking lot. I was parched and hungry, and there were no other ducks in sight. Then, a kind human found me.

He brought me home, a place I didn’t know but soon grew to love. I could see the love in their eyes, and I instantly felt safe.

At first, my parents weren’t sure about keeping me. But soon, they realized that I had imprinted on them. They tried to introduce me to the outside world, but I preferred the safety and comfort of our home. The wild was not for me; I was a house duck.

I’ve taught my parents so much about love, kindness, and patience and especially about how unique and different Muscovy ducks really are.

Today, I live my best life indoors, roaming freely like a pet dog or cat. In fact, I behave so much like a dog that I’m often fondly referred to as “puppy duck.”