Ducks are surreal and slightly ridiculous at the best of times. More so when I look out my window onto a patch of grass that is nowhere near any sort of water whatsoever and see this:
I have no idea where they came from or where they are going. I have never seen ducks anywhere near my house before. Yet they are unmistakably there.
And they made me laugh.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Not parrots
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At my undergrad campus, whenever it would rain, ponds of rainwater would form. Within moments, ducks woud come over and would swim in the little pondlets. I LOVED walking through campus and just happening upon a new pond filled with ducks.
There is an area of my town that is like that, except there are geese (not ducks). I have absolutely no idea of where they come from.
I love ducks. And they're so familiar, and so similar to the ducks we have here and in my hometown (unlike the parrots). My hometown is also covered in Canada geese, in spite of the fact that I'm from a prairie town with only a local pond that's called a "lake" and not other major body of water. Nothing to justify the thousands of geese that favour that city to any other.
(As a result, I'm really not patriotic about Canada geese. They're mean, hissing things that have tried to attack me on too many occasions.
Don't you think they just liked the tree and decided to take a rest? There aren't as many nice spots for ducks and geese as there used to be.
You do have a streamish like thing about 150m away though. That isn't nearly as odd as the mother duck with ducklings outside Bush Inn...
Stellar_muddle
The streamish thing you are probably thinking of is a storm-water drain, Stellar_muddle. So completely dry most of the time (including at the moment).
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