CVH was sitting and working at her desk today when she heard a tapping, a gentle rapping.
“Now what could that be?” she wondered. After a moment she realized that someone was knocking softly at the front door. She went to the door and opened it to find her beloved pair of wild ducks, Doofus and Dorothy, standing on the porch awaiting some morsels of bread. This duck couple has been nesting each spring in the bushes by the house for God only knows how many years. Charlaine feeds them bread every day or so and looks forward to their annual return. I think they just leave a lot of mess on the sidewalk and steps. “How polite,” she thought, “Instead of rudely quacking and demanding food, they nicely knock on the door now.”
