Growing up, my mom had a thing for mallards. Our living room was adorned with these colorful wooden ducks.
Today we had one in our front yard:
The problem was that we also had one of these in our front yard:
...and Fat Louie don't play that.
Nobody turns their back to Fat Louie.
Yep, Fat Louie whacked him.
I ran out after the first hit and shooed Fat Louie away. Dirt on the other hand was ready for an Animal Planet style show down.
...so were the kids.
To my knowledge, the duck got away with just a few feathers missing.