Gallop Park

Gallup Park

Ducks see us coming and glide over to see what is going on.  Perhaps looking for something to eat. 

Years ago we had a pair of ducks that would live on the top of the neighbors pool every spring until the cover came off. 

My kids named them Frankie & Casper.  We looked for them every spring. 

One spring, my son, Matt, probably 10 at the time, found a baby duck in the yard.  He searched in vain for its’ family that was nowhere to be found.  He tried to feed the duck bugs and worms and named it Cranston, after our street.  He found a shoe box and lined it with grass.  Sadly, Cranston died soon after Matt had found him. 

Perhaps Cranston had been abandoned purposely, I don’t know.

That afternoon,  to alleviate Matt’s sorrow and despair, we went to the nearest pet store to adopt what would become the first, in a long line of hamsters, gerbils, a Guinea pig, and eventually, our beloved Casey, our beagle.

Oh, Frankie and Casper eventually moved on and must have found new digs because the neighbors dismantled their pool.