I guess you could just brush it off as life in Santa Cruz, but I'm not sure I will meet anyone soon with a pet duck that they take out to the beach for walks. His name was Darkwing (although I thought the woman said Duckwin, in my opinion a better choice) and he waddled along behind his owner just as happy as could be.
When I turned on the faucet to wash the sand off my feet, Darkwing scooted away in a hurry. John was full of really excellent questions about the whole thing, "How could a duck be afraid of water?" and "What's going to happen when he starts flying?"
I can only assume that he will start wearing a mask and fighting crime every afternoon on weekdays at 4:30.