Last night I arrived home with two pizzas to Mrs. Guanciale and her two sisters waiting for dinner.
Everyone jumps out of their chairs, I am thinking they are terribly hungry or I had done something wrong. Then everyone starts screaming, "Gracie & George are back".
During the past several summers this particular mallard couple have hung out in our rear yard, they come up to our patio for free bread & crackers between 5-6:00pm. It is like clockwork.
I am not sure how they were assigned names, the mallard drake does not smoke a cigar, but the hen kind of sounds like Gracie Allen.
More George & Gracie here.
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