When I was 10, my older brother and I walked through our neighborhood after a tornado came through it. While surveying damage to houses, we heard a chirping noise, and my brother investigated. He found a duck hatchling under a car. We walked and tried to find the family, but had no success. We kept the duckling for a couple days, while we continued searching for its family, and during that time it had imprinted on my brother. It followed him around everywhere and would freak out when he left. We took him (turned out to be a male) to an animal sanctuary, and the guy there said they couldn’t take him in (they were full after the storm), but he also said that they usually have a life span of about 4-5 years and make good pets. We decided to keep him. We made a hutch for him and even laid in concrete for a small pond for him. Five years later, and Howard (cheesy name, I know) was still going strong. It turned out, that wood ducks live much longer in captivity. He lived until he was 8, which was shortly after the age that my brother moved out of my parents’ house. He moved into an apartment, so he couldn’t take Howard with him. Sad ending, but he lived a long spoiled life. It was always interesting explaining to people why there was a duck flying around and chasing my brother in the backyard.