You see them everywhere, the Odd Ducks.
But only if you look; only if you are paying attention.
They dress differently from everyone else: some wear thrift-store clothes, have unkempt or unusual hair and don’t care a lick about fashion. Others are elaborately coiffed, flamboyant and colourful.
Some are loud and boisterous; others quiet and introspective; blending seamlessly into the woodwork.
They speak easily to the birds, the animals and the little spider in the corner of the room. They hug trees. They feel – and sometimes see – energy all around them. They speak gently to the weak, the tired, the broken and the seeking.
If they let you get to know them, they are interesting. And they are always interested.
They know things; they feel things; they are lifelong learners. They are seekers on a never-ending quest.
They have quirky, esoteric points of view. They don’t fit into moulds (although some of them try, for a time).
They are the strange child; the quirky cat lady; the long-haired octogenarian; the quiet friend.
They are often alone but they are rarely – if ever – lonely.
They are the Odd Ducks.
And you would be all the richer for getting to know them…
My sincerest thanks to Ana Daksina, Troubador of Verse and fellow blogger, for the reminder, and for the inspiration…
Patti Moore Wilson/© wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com
When I was 8 years old, one of my best friends overheard the mother of some neighbourhood kids telling them; “I don’t want to see you playing with those Moore kids!” 
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