Ernie is Released Back Into The Wild. . . Sort of

We released Ernie back into the wild on the last day of summer. Wild-- well that may be a slight exaggeration. We took her back to the pond we got her from, where she will be fed by hundreds of small children every week and it won't matter that we domesticated her. (I have guilt, and I am trying to work through it, OK?) The boys were sad to see her go, but they were happy to see that she loved her new home. Lessons learned from this experience? 1. NEVER EVER EVER bring home a wild duck. 2. Duck poo is seriously gross. 3. Never tell the boys they can bring anything home if they can catch it, because Coleman will catch ANYTHING, by any means necessary. 4. I am clearly weakening in my old age. And number 5. We need a dog.