Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Ducklings in a Teacup OMG!
(Thanks Brian H.)
Monday, July 30, 2007
Knut Chasing Ducks and Squirrels
From Spiegel Online:
Knut, Berlin Zoo's fast-growing star polar bear cub, isn't just biting his keeper, he has also been chasing ducks and squirrels and taking a disturbing interest in some of the zoo's cranes.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Three Dogs and Three Ducks: BFFs!!
"The ducks think the dogs are their moms," said Lisa Owen, owner of Nickel-O, a horse farm and petting zoo on Strawtown Road. "They think they have three moms. They think they are very lucky."
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A Review of Ultimate Duck Hunting
Ultimate Duck Hunting simulates all of the heart-pounding action of sitting in a swamp waiting for birds to pass by. This way, you don’t have to get wet, own a dog, or kill real birds.
You even train your own dog to retrieve the ducks you shoot. Wow. More about Ultimate Duck Hunting.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The Ten CommanDUCKS
My favorites:
1. I am the Lord thy DUCK. Thou shalt have no other DUCKS before me.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery…with a DUCK.
Waddle over to mothergoosemouse for the rest.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Duck Duck Goose: Afghanistan Style
I love it! Via: whistlestopcooking
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Ginormous Duck and Someone's Kid
Apparently she had a bad day shopping with her mother-in-law, and this is what her daughter got out of it.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Looney Tunes Duck Amuck: Daffy Duck X2
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Wood Ducks
Wood ducks have the broadest wings and largest eyes of wild ducks. Their broad wings and long tails help them fly through trees and branches. (STEVEN LANE/The Columbian)
This article profiles a duck enthusiast who has built 17 wood duck nesting boxes on his property. Ironically, his father was a duck hunter.
More about these beautiful ducks (and man!) on www.columbian.com
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Duck Who Wanted to be Bigger than an Elephant
More Jokes to Quack You Up
“Say, what’s your name?” the bartender asked the first duck.
“Huey,” was the reply.
“How’s your day been, Huey?”
“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?” said Huey.
“Oh. That’s nice,” said the bartender. He turned to the second duck, “Hi, and what’s your name?”
“Dewey,” came the answer from duck number two.
“Great. Lovely day. I’ve had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day myself. What else could a duck want?”
The bartender turned to the third duck and said, “So, you must be Louie?”
Get the punchline (and more duck pics) on leaveitatthebeep.com
Friday, July 13, 2007
Ducks on a Wave
the other day i was down at lake harriet and it was super windy and this group of maybe 10 little baby ducks were crashing up against the shore. the momma duck was right there, too, paddling around in the high waves looking confused and maybe a little desperate. literally 25 people gathered round to help. i watched on and off for maybe 30 minutes as the mob shuffled slowly down the shore, shouting words of encouragement and ferrying the ducklings back to the water when a wave would wash them onto shore. it was a crazy scene. there's a thesis-worthy social commentary in there somewhere.
Via: doodledee
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
A Duck Eulogy
Wherever Good Ducks Go…
“Aflac,” the neighborhood duck, died sometime this morning. He was between 11 and 14 years old. He had been looking sickly for about 6 weeks, but the trouble really began two weeks ago. We came home one day and noticed that he had a large wound on his left hindquarter, near his tail. It looked like a puncture wound, as if he had either been poked by a stick while swimming in the pond or been pecked by one of the crows that always crowded around when we fed him. The wound was nasty looking - bright orange with stuff oozing out of it. It must have hurt like the dickens because “Aflac” kept scratching at it with his beak. In the last week or so the wound became black, probably scabbed over, and looked even worse. Saturday, he was sitting in an unusual spot down at the far side of the pond. We were hoping he was there because it was a shady place on a hot day. Yesterday, we had to look really hard to find him, eventually we thought we saw him sleeping in the backyard of our landlord’s brother’s place. This morning, he was at the edge of the pond with his head in the water. He probably made it down from the yard to get something to drink before he passed on to wherever good ducks go. We will miss the little guy.
Via: loebrich.org
Monday, July 9, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Weird Al Wants a New Duck
One that won't try to bite
One that won't chew a hole in my socks
One that won't quack all night
I want a new duck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat
One that won't raid the ice box
One that'll stay in shape
One that's never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or I'll tie him up with duck tape
I want a new duck
A mallard I think
One that won't make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink
I want a new duck
One that won't steal my beer
One that won't stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here
One that won't drive me crazy waddling all around
One who'll teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby
Get it?*************
*********** ***
I want a new duck
Not a swan or a goose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think I'm gonna name him Bruce
I want a new duck
Not a quail or an owl
One that won't molt to much
One that won't smell too fowl
One that won't beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin' around all day
He'd better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or he's gonna be duck patte, duck patte, yah, yah
*********** (*** ** **)***********[lots of quacking sounds]
Oh, Weird Al! I knew I could count on you.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Ducks at the Lab
They just like to hang out by the medical lab--they're not being tested on. Yay! No more duck violence please.