“My people came outside late tonight to surprise me. Here’s some dark video footage of my surprise.”
“I’m six years old now!”
Yep, Flapper is 6-years-old. Here’s a look back at every birthday we’ve had together so far.
I missed Flapper’s hatch day because I adopted him from a feed store in Lynnwood, WA when he was a few days old. As you can see, he was quickly walking all over me, and cute as a bug.
By his first birthday, Flapper was starting to gain some notoriety around the duck circles, and had quite a few friends. He’d also met his first sweetheart, Georgie.
By his second birthday, Flapper and Georgie had had ducklings together, and he had developed a bit of an addiction to french fries. I guess we could call this his wild youth phase.
By his third birthday, Flapper was a little older and wiser… but still a goof ball. He has always been sweet and friendly, but this was when he started to calm down a little bit and spend more quality time with me.
By his fourth birthday, Flapper had really come into his own as a super celebrity ducky. His blog was becoming a big hit and he’d even been on the local news. But somehow he kept the fame from going to his head, and was still a real down-to-earth kind of guy.
By his fifth birthday, Flapper had gone through some health troubles, but come out okay. He was sweeter than ever, and a real snuggle duck. I was worried about his long-term health, but thankfully he has surprised me time and time again.
And this year? This year Flapper took his celebrity and used it to help other animals by becoming a protester against the cruel torture of ducks to make foie gras. I have to say, I’m really proud of him. He is a calm, sweet, happy kid who brings out the best in everyone he meets. He is a joy to be around and I look forward to talking with him every single day.
Knowing Flapper has been the very best thing ever. He’s a magical little creature wrapped in feathers, and an amazing, precious friend.
I’m so lucky to have him in my life.
Happy birthday, buster.
XOXOX
