For some reason, no matter where my friends and family travel, they take photographs “specially for me”…and they are always of ducks.
My friends will travel to Spain, Morocco, Amsterdam, and all of them will send me a photo of a duck. My father doesn’t even like taking photos and he took a photo of a duck for me in Las Vegas. My uncle traveled to Dublin and took a photo of…you guessed it, a duck. My friend just sent me a postcard from a photo she took at Niagara Falls…of a blurry mallard.
“It made me think of you!” they exclaim enthusiastically. Note that these friends have no way of knowing each other. There is no way for a conspiracy to have formed. They are acting completely independently of each other.
My theory is that they know I like “birds” and ducks are relatively easy to photograph. They sit still most of the time, they are tame and like humans, and they are very common.