Growing up on Long Island we had a family of ducks that would often find themselves to our yard and stay there over night, only to return to the creek at the end of the block, which was about half a mile away. At my own house we have a grip of rabbits who often scurry and scamper across our yard. I find myself caught up in the memories of being a young child and having wild animals calling your home. Some day when I grow up and we try to have kids, this will be a memory for them to have, later in life.
