ST Guy
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I had a female mallard at my first home. She would run away until my sister in law started enticing her with saltine crackers. She eventually became super tame and would come to greet us when we got home from work. She would often hang with us, sitting between our legs on our lounge chairs. And we set up a claw foot bathtub for her, filled with water she could swim in. We named her Daisy, after Donald’s girlfriend.