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Look, a duck!

I’ve been in a Zoom meeting all evening, so here’s a picture of somebody else’s duck that I stole from Uncle B’s Google Photo.

She gets a fresh wading pool every day and every day she jumps into it and immediately shits (pictured).

This is the same friend who had a pet turkey that was amazingly sweet and friendly. Sadly, Gloria the Turkey died. She has two other turkeys now but they’re just turkeys.

My back hurts. Stupid Zoom.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: February 7, 2024, 12:08 am


Duck Duck Go

Lord Love A Duck (1966) Tuesday Weld, Roddy McDowall

Also, a six-wheel-drive amphibious vehicle produced by General Motors during WWII.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 7, 2024, 2:38 am

Cold Duck – fizzy red wine (not bad if really really cold)
Duck Walk – Semi-squatting walking style (see Chuck Berry)
Duck Boot – Rubber sole wrapping up and over leather upper
Duck Ass – Men’s hair style with reverse part down the back
Duck Sauce – U.S. Chinese restaurant sweet/sour condiment
Duck Life – Online game: train your duck not to shit in the pool

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: February 7, 2024, 6:07 pm

For a year, JavaMan and I lived in Nassau Bay (across the road from NASA’s Johnson Space Center) beside a little lake made by dam on an estuary creek. There were wild and domestic ducks on the lake, geese, and black Australian swans. Twice a day the birds would make the rounds of houses on the lake to lobby for human treats. And I usually had something leftover for them. They liked popcorn (did not like grapes)

What intrigued me about the birds is that if started raining, the birds would hop out of the water and shelter under the huge willow tree in my yard. And occasionally the swans would come onto the patio and knock on the patio doors. Hello? Hello? Got a snack?

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