Throwback to when I found my duck Terd Jr. in the toilet.
He & Squirt were in their cage in the bathroom because maintenance was coming soon to do a carpet inspection. (Yes, I was indeed hiding two ducks in my apartment– that is beside the point.)
I still vividly remember hearing a loud splashing noise & running in to find…well…this.
Don’t let his little face fool you: he was not deprived! I gave him baths & let him swim all the time. But he had a condition called Angel Wing which meant I had to wrap his wing & he couldn’t get it wet for a few days. I suppose this was his form of rebellion & teenage angst. Stinker.. 😉
And this, my friends, is why we cannot have nice things…