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Ducks on a Run

Real quick post! Last night I got home from class around 4:30, passed out until 6:30, woke up and went for a run. I was planning on doing around 4 but it felt so good to be out in the fresh air and moving I went ahead and added a few miles. So I'm around mile 6 in this really nice neighborhood, just joggin' along the sidewalk having a merry old time - jammin' to some Talking Heads, not really paying attention. And I'm runnin' and runnin' and looking at the houses. Now people in Logan have the oddest things in their front yards- lawn gnomes, scarecrows dressed up like high school graduates, gardens that could put Martha Stewart to shame, horses, cows, pigs, etc etc etc. So I'm lovin' looking around at all the stuff.
At the last second as I approach this house I notice these 3 plastic ducks sitting around a mail box, and I oogle at how realistic they look. So I look down and stare as I pass, obviously.
Well, they looked realistic because they were real.
As soon as I stepped my foot next to the white one it honks to life, flaps its wings and lunges at me!
I leaped about 3 into the road, tuck my feet up under me and screamed the loudest, most girly shriek I've ever had the displeasure of hearing. I'm talking freaked out, arms flapping, shriek.
Honestly, it's a duck!
I think the closest person to me was a motorcyclist at the stop sign a couple houses down, so I don't think anyone saw. But the duck kept flapping its wings and quacking! So, in a fight or flight situation with a duck, I flew. And didn't look back until I was through the intersection and across the street.

So far I've battled: Cows and ducks. Wonder what's next!

-Katie

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