Befriended a Canada Goose with an injured wing last summer. Have been feeding it (and a gang of mallards) treats of corn these past few months. She came to my door every afternoon like clockwork.

I named her/him, Duckie. (Aren’t I the clever one!)

Have called rescues and rehabs. No one wanted to come get her or help her. She can’t fly anywhere..has to walk or swim everywhere she goes.

Last spotted her November 30th. Argh! Feared the worst.
Guess who survived our Midwest blast of cold and came back today!
Duckie looks great! And why shouldn’t she!? She has her own goose down coat!