as the weather has been so beautiful lately, we decided to walk down to the lake for a bit of fresh air tonight. when we got there, we found this little guy:
he’s cute, right? but he was alone. there were no other ducks. he was also very hungry. he kept trying to eat trash and cigarette butts. kaileb didn’t like this. so naturally he fed him.
then they took a walk around the lake.
they became quite close. bonded, if you will.
so close that when we started walking home, we turned around to see this:
we walked a little faster. surely he’ll turn around. he’ll go back. right? oh. no. wrong. here’s kaileb having a talk with him. he’s walking backwards trying to convince the duck to go back to the lake:
but he wasn’t getting it. so matt stepped in. here’s a rather blurry shot of him giving the duck what for:
that didn’t work. you’ll notice the duck blithely ignoring matt’s admonishments as he struts right past him. he continued to follow us anyway. so, the moral of this story is this: never befriend a duck. once you do, you can’t get rid of them. sort of like the unemployed and politicians.
the story had a happy ending though, because once we got home and realized the duck wasn’t going to go back to the solitary, starving life of the pond the dogs ate him.
no! i’m just kidding!
kaileb mentioned a neighbor a few streets down who raises ducks and chickens. we piled into the car with the duck and went to see “the duck lady” as kaileb calls her. she was tickled to take him in. he now has a cozy home with other duck friends and plenty of delicious duck food. also? it turns out that feeding ducks bread is bad for them. true story. look it up.
kaileb was sad to see his friend leave, as were we. but he can go visit anytime. country life is so adventurous!
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
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So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
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We had a pet duck once but she was run over by a truck. She thought she was indestructable.
I’m glad your duck had a happy ending
i would have liked a pet duck. but poe and rufus would have liked duck a la breakfast. so i feel better with him being safely tucked away a few houses down. i was afraid this guy was going to be hit by a truck when he followed us home though.
Now I miss my duck… Damn you!