My Pet Duck HNT

Meet Patsy. This picture is about 13 years old (HOLY CRAP). This was behind my first apartment after college. I made the mistake of feeding the ducks and I soon became their primary food source. The white duck closest to me in the picture is Patsy. She was a huge fan of wonder bread. I would come home from working at the prison (don't ask) and nap on the couch until about 4 p.m. everyday. My steady alarm clock was Patsy. The first time I heard her tapping on my patio doors I thought I had mice (I had mices to pieces!). I got up and opened the door, she walked right in like she owned the place. From then on, every day at 4 p.m. she knocked on my door until I got up to share my meager food stores with her. I moved after a year and now I often wonder what ever happened to Patsy.