Every spring we take duck eggs from our farm to the local farmers market. One of our ducks usually accompanies us at those trips and greets customers sitting in the wicker basket. While people react very cheerfully to our duck’s presence, one time it was a rather unusual reaction: a young woman teared up when she saw the duck sitting in her basket. When I asked her what was wrong, she answered, smiling through tears, “she made me feel so good just sitting here and preening her feathers, so I cried because she is so sweet...”  

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