Bill & Hillary

Meet Bill & Hillary

In the spring of 2016, during the Clinton and Trump presidential times, I had a classroom counselor whose name was Andrew. He was the best counselor there was in the school, yet he was so young. He was so young, that I had taught him mathematics in fifth grade. We developed a terrific relationship with each other and with years of kids and were known for being able to complete each other's sentences. 

One day, a mated pair of mallards showed up at school and came every day. Andrew and I called them Hillary and Bill. A third male tried to steal Hillary away from Bill, and we named him Donald. But Hillary and Bill stayed together and even came back with their ducklings. 

Andrew has moved on to US Customs now. I don't work full time anymore, and time continues on. Thankfully, nature gives us the same cycles that we can pretty much rely on year after year that blunt the sadness of loss. So I was thrilled to see another Hillary and Bill at school yesterday. They were being fed by Sarah, our executive  secretary. She reminisced also about a pair of white ducks that she used to have on the lake. Each summer they would live wild and each winter they would return to the farm for shelter. When they died, the town posted memorials for them. 

This year, Hillary and Bill are not as wild as the first pair. They even attempted to enter the school! I almost wish they had. But we can't let them. It's a violation of state law to even feed them, let alone allow them to enter.

See you later!

We have eight more days of school. There's a field day, a beach day (if it warms up), an ice cream day, and cleaning up. I'm glad Hillary and Bill will be hanging around.

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