Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Showing posts with label Ducks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ducks. Show all posts
Friday, March 13, 2015
Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Sooooo cute!
The other evening, I was walking a friend home and we ran into some other friends who had been at the beach. They had with them a big cardboard box with holes punched in it and asked us if we wanted a baby duck. There had been this guy at the beach that day selling baby ducks and chicks to passersby and they had not been able to resist, but now realised that they were all headed back to the States for the remainder of the summer and wouldn't be able to look after him.
I looked and looked at that adorable little ball of yellow fluff and very nearly caved. The truth is that I've always wanted a pet duck. Fortunately, there's a park just up the road from us that has lots of ducks and geese, so the little feller had a place to go. But ooooo, I wanted to take that little duck home!
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Saturday, October 06, 2012
Ducks rescued from abuse discover water's pretty great
OK you ingrates! I go pouring out my heart here, and all I get is a measly three comments. I know what y'all want.
So, fine...
More funny duck videos!
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So, fine...
More funny duck videos!
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Thursday, May 21, 2009
In other duck-related news...
Can I vote for the one on the far right?
At least some of the money is being put to good use.
Sir Peter Viggers claimed for a £1,645 floating “duck island” in the garden pond at his Hampshire home. In a statement, the Conservative Party said: “Sir Peter Viggers has confirmed that he will retire as MP for Gosport at the next election. He will do so at the direct request of David Cameron”;
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Flash! Ducks like water
and sometimes drink it: £300,000 study.
Well, yes, it probably is a "bonkers waste of money" but hell, if someone offered me £300,000 to watch ducks playing in water, I'd totally take it.
In. A. Second.
Here. Watch some ducks playing in water. You'll see what I mean.
When you feel bad, watch ducks.
Well, yes, it probably is a "bonkers waste of money" but hell, if someone offered me £300,000 to watch ducks playing in water, I'd totally take it.
In. A. Second.
Here. Watch some ducks playing in water. You'll see what I mean.
When you feel bad, watch ducks.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
OK
I was discussing with a friend the other day whether God has a sense of humour. He is a theology grad student so he had to give the "right" answer. He said, not really. Not like ours. He likes to make us laugh so He does funny stuff like ducks and giraffes. But He doesn't laugh Himself.
I thought that was bosh. Ducks are naturally comical. He must be laughing.
Ducks on ice.
I thought that was bosh. Ducks are naturally comical. He must be laughing.
Ducks on ice.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Duck Call
There are a lot more duck videos on Youtube in the last year. But this one is still my very favourite.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Duck Therapy
Well, what a big fat awful drag life on planet earth can be hey?
I don't know about you, but I feel crummy. What a day. End of the world pending and all I can think of is to say, "how much longer?"
Time for a happyvid.
My all time favourite Youtube video:
man! do I ever need to get some ducks!
here's a re-post:
A little known fact is that I am also a fanatical duckfan (though perhaps not quite so dedicated a one as one of our readers).
Actually, the thing I like best about ducks is how lovely and soft they look. It always gives me a tremendous urge to pick them up and pet them.
I grew up in a town that has a lot of ducks and is rather infatuated with them. Victoria is a duck town. When I was a kid, my mother used to drive me to school and we always took the route through the park. Early in the morning, the ducks would all be sitting in a huge flock in the middle of the ring road, sunning themselves. We would drive up to them and stop, neither party really interested in going anywhere. Mum and I would get a moment to drink our tea (which we nearly always needed to take along with us, being both chronically late people in the mornings) listen to the radio and look at the ducks. The ducks usually took no notice of us. After a few minutes they would, at some telepathic duck-signal, all amble off together to the pond for their early morning bathe and we, having finished our tea, would go off to school.
Going to the park to feed the ducks was a major feature of my childhood and we always kept a bag of bread ends in the freezer for the purpose.
For the first year I lived in Halifax, I was terribly ill, and therefore terribly bored and frustrated. I couldn't do much and tired very easily. When all that brought me down, I would go to the Halifax Public Gardens and watch the ducks. They have antics. Duck antics are probably the most cheering things you can watch; they make you laugh out loud.
I don't know about you, but I feel crummy. What a day. End of the world pending and all I can think of is to say, "how much longer?"
Time for a happyvid.
My all time favourite Youtube video:
man! do I ever need to get some ducks!
here's a re-post:
A little known fact is that I am also a fanatical duckfan (though perhaps not quite so dedicated a one as one of our readers).
Actually, the thing I like best about ducks is how lovely and soft they look. It always gives me a tremendous urge to pick them up and pet them.
I grew up in a town that has a lot of ducks and is rather infatuated with them. Victoria is a duck town. When I was a kid, my mother used to drive me to school and we always took the route through the park. Early in the morning, the ducks would all be sitting in a huge flock in the middle of the ring road, sunning themselves. We would drive up to them and stop, neither party really interested in going anywhere. Mum and I would get a moment to drink our tea (which we nearly always needed to take along with us, being both chronically late people in the mornings) listen to the radio and look at the ducks. The ducks usually took no notice of us. After a few minutes they would, at some telepathic duck-signal, all amble off together to the pond for their early morning bathe and we, having finished our tea, would go off to school.
Going to the park to feed the ducks was a major feature of my childhood and we always kept a bag of bread ends in the freezer for the purpose.
For the first year I lived in Halifax, I was terribly ill, and therefore terribly bored and frustrated. I couldn't do much and tired very easily. When all that brought me down, I would go to the Halifax Public Gardens and watch the ducks. They have antics. Duck antics are probably the most cheering things you can watch; they make you laugh out loud.
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