If Ducks Try To Take Over The World, I Have The Secret Weapon

Sunday night/Father's Day, Jordan and I went over to his dad's house to watch some home videos of Jordan as a wee young thing.  BTW, Jordan in yellow Care Bear pajamas bouncing on the bed, priceless.

We brought the dogs along, for funsies.  After we were finished enjoying Jordan's youth, we decided to see what would happen if we put the dogs in the backyard with their two pet ducks.

Brighton is afraid of everything, and I have to admit I was curious how he would react to ducks.  I was sure that the ducks would attack Brighton while he cowers in fear.

Turns out the only thing Brighton is not afraid of, are ducks.  He tore across that yard like a feral animal I have never seen before and chased those ducks up and down the yard.  Those poor ducks were beside themselves with fear.  They ran into anything in their path, stumbling like drunken babies, while desperately attempting to flee that Boy.

Turns out, not all ducks fly.  Some just...fall.  One was so afraid he fell/suicide jumped into the window well.  It was quite the thunk as he landed.  Perhaps he thought this was the best place for him to ride out the terror.  I wish I had taken a picture, but because I didn't, yet wanted you to get the full imagery, I used my limited photo editing skills to provide you a likeness of this event.  Only pretend the window well is twice as deep, and dark as the devil's insides.  It was nighttime, you see.

I went back inside to take the pups in, and break the news that we may or may not have caused their duck to leap blindly into a deep dark window well.  I came back out and the second duck was tittering pathetically and I went to give it some comfort and either I scared it, or Brighton charging back out of the house scared it, but the second one flung itself into a second window well.

To reiterate: two ducks, two window wells.

Jordan played the role our genders dictated and was the one to climb down there (seriously, they were deep) and lifted the ducks out.  I was so glad he was the man and I could be the pansy woman fretting on the sidelines, window wells are prime breeding grounds for spiders.  I didn't tell Jordan this until after he got out.

The ducks have been saved and are no more worse for the wear, though it's difficult to tell if we caused serious brain damage as ducks are already pretty brainless.

I also came out of this confident that should ducks decide to wage war against humans I would be able to stand behind my brave duck-terrorizer of a dog.