"Do you have to go to the duck?" became the training call to action.
We took it in the car when visiting friends. Everywhere I turned, I found my duck. Close buddies we became.
The next duck experience happened at a pond where my parents spent their summers. I loved the variety of ducks and followed them into bushes. One day, I discovered a nest and an egg. I had watched duck mothers sitting on eggs so decided to do that for a half hour a day.
I sat on the egg for days.
When I came home my mother would ask how I'd spent the day.
"I sat on a duck egg," my response.
She accepted my imaginative thinking, sighed and rolled her eyes.
One day I sat too hard and realized why the mother had abandoned the egg. With the rotten egg clinging to my clothing, my mother now believed my duck egg story. I never had to wear white again.
I became a duck by marriage to a University of Oregon Duck. More duck-related activities followed when I worked for the University of Oregon Athletic Department tutoring Duck players.
Now I revel in all Oregon Duck activities by mentoring student athletes. I post Oregon activities on my Facebook page, O POSITIVE DUCKS.









