I have the Walking Duck Blues, as I haven’t seen my lovely pair of canards in three days. Still, twice a day I walk to the pond with mealworms and corn, hoping they’ll be there. The weather is cold, and they’re doing construction on the sidewalk nearby, so they may have been spooked.
When I whistled for them this morning, I got a response, but a chitter, not a quack. Yes, one of my squirrels (I feed them, too), was right above my head, hoping for a handout (they get peanuts and black oil sunflower seeds).
Meet Illinois Fats. As you see, he’s in good nick:
He sort of looks like a kea up in the tree like that. A little bit.
Contributing to the obesity epidemic, eh, Professor? 😉
“Walking Duck Blues” — that like the “Diving Duck Blues” of Mistah Taj Mahal?
Here’s Taj with Keb’ Mo’ performing it live.
Very good. If the river was whiskey…
Awww… your beauties will be back, PCC(E). They’re smart and know there’s a storm too close for comfort.
Storm?
I guess Chicago is getting a pass, so far, unlike NY et al.
Very cute pic!
Maybe Illinois Fats is a preggars lady.
I wish I had just a sliver of artistic talent so I could paint a picture of a forlorn man from behind, set against a dusky sky, a bag of mealworms hanging from his hand, an empty pond in front of him, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his woe…
And I would call it When Ducks Cry.
Don’t worry, Jerry. Spring is coming, and new ducks with it. You will make new ducky friends.
Just read Darwin Comes to Town by Menno Schilthuizen – very good – & from that learnt that urban squirrels are more attentive to tail flicks than rural cousins as the urban environment is so noisy that chittering is less effective as a warning of danger.
I’d wear a hard hat under those trees in future! That’s one chubby chappy!