The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Friday, May 20, 2011
When ducks become the river!
I've heard of, and seen, ducks on a river . . . but I've never before seen a river of ducks!
I've seen ducks socked in by a heavy fog one morning duck hunting, covering a flooded rice field so thickly that if you had put one more duck on the water, another would have popped out onto the levee.
You literally couldn't see the water for all the ducks.
They didn't fly. Why? Their wings were not clipped. Also, can you imagine how much food they ate? Winged locusts!
ReplyDeleteEver hear of " Peking Duck".
ReplyDeleteThat's them on the hoof.
That is a BUNCH of duck dinner on the 'hoof' :-)
ReplyDeleteSo what was that exactly? Was it a video of round-up at a duck farm?
ReplyDeleteI've seen ducks socked in by a heavy fog one morning duck hunting, covering a flooded rice field so thickly that if you had put one more duck on the water, another would have popped out onto the levee.
ReplyDeleteYou literally couldn't see the water for all the ducks.
There! At the very front. Did you see it? The duck with the little duck-bell. Yes, the Judas-Duck
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