Marvin the Duck

Marvin the Duck... what to say? we met him only briefly, and decided to name him Marvin, or at least, I decided to name him Marvin. So, it's hot out, we decide to go for a swim, so we're swimming around, for a good 40 minutes or so, and in flies this little brown duck. He's not fat, but he's full grown. We look at it, it looks at us, as if to say, "Duck off, and get out of my swimming area." It starts quacking at us, "quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!" What an incessant little bugger. So anyhow, we get out, to try to coerce it into getting into the pool, since that's what we assumed it wants anyhow. He just continues to look at the pool and quack. We slowly make our way around him, behind him, towards him. He freaks out, and up and flies away. Poor duck. To Marvin, whereever he should be, come back, and you can swim in the pool.