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I offered my son his choice of places to visit yesterday. I told him we could visit the fountains or one of the two large parks with playground in our town. He didn't want any of those places; he wanted to visit the little playground in our neighborhood with its worn, shabby attractions and all the ducks he could feed. He is an ecologically minded young man who sees no reason to travel someplace by car when he can travel two blocks by little red wagon.

And did I mention there were ducks? Not just the same old ducks, either. There were dozens of new ducks to see, because we are in the middle of hatching season.

Ducks by the dozens )
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In case anyone is wondering about the end results of the Duck hi-jinx I reported some weeks back, here they are:

Ducklings )
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I don't generally post on the weekends, but these days since I am hardly on the Internet I write when I find the time. I've been writing this entry in my head since Friday, so it counts as Friday's post. That's just how it is. - Nina E.

Today I can't stop thinking about duck sex. There is a good reason for this: I have witnessed a duck orgy, which I found a little bit disturbing. No longer do ducks look innocent to me. When it comes to sex, ducks are downright kinky, and more than a little rough. Take my word for this, and pray you never have to witness one of their wild parties. You will never look at waterfowl in the same light afterward, nor want you children to play with a rubber representation of such a depraved animal.*

Rough Like A Duck )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about an incident with my year and a half old son this last Friday. I was channel surfing on the TV and stopped to watch "America's Funniest Home Videos," which was showing a clip of a toddler being interviewed by his mother.

"How old are you?" the mother's voice asked.

"Three," the little boy replied, and held up three fingers to show her.

"And what will you be on your next birthday?" his mother asked.

He looked strait at the camera and replied, very seriously and without hesitation, "A duck."

Being a duck myself when I am spending time in cyberspace, I started laughing. My son, who was watching the TV very intently, turned to look at me with a look that was both perplexed and irritated.

"What's so funny?" his face seemed to ask, "That sounded like a very reasonable answer to me!"

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