In the background is Bernadette and Sen. Huey Waddlebottom (D-NJ), and in the foreground is DJ Quack Quack. They've been hanging out with me since Spring, but I don't think they were around in previous years; only the Senator is a mallard, and I've never seen non-mallard ducks at this lake before in past years. DJ Quack Quack is a Pekin duck! I looked it up on the internet. Pekin ducks are good for pets, and also for eating. Donald Duck is a Pekin.
They always hang around together, the three of them. It's weird. They're like a little club. There are other ducks at the lake, but they don't all socialize together. Also I'm pretty sure that they're all different kinds of duck (I haven't been able to ID Bernadette, but she's definitely not a mallard, and I think that female Pekin ducks look just like the males), and I find that odd. They don't stick up for each other, though. A month and a half ago Bernadette got something wrapped around her leg -- probably some fishing line -- and now she limps like crazy. Mostly she stays in the water, or limps up to the grass and just sits down. And the boys don't have her back at all! When I try to toss bread to just Bernadette, DJ Quack Quack always tries to get to it first. And a few weeks ago it was apparently duck mating season, and Bernadette was unwilling, and totally helpless. There were mallards all over her shit, and she was NOT happy, and DJ Quack Quack didn't do a damn thing. I was disappointed in him.
Today all three came over to see me, and I gave them the roll of my roast beast sandwich. I like to feed DJ Quack Quack out of my hands these days, and it's a good thing that ducks don't have teeth; he's got no finesse at all. Also today he tried to eat my toes. Three times. My toes look like bread, apparently.
On Monday only the DJ came over; the other two were nowhere to be seen. I made him jump. Because that's people do to animals; they fuck with them.
Yesterday the ducks weren't around, but the many Canada geese were. The goslings are big enough that you can't tell them apart from the grown-ups anymore, but man, they sure do not know how to fly! I saw a group lesson yesterday and it was HILARIOUS. A dozen geese, flapping their wings, and sorta flying, but mostly just walking on the water. They kept slapping the water with their webbed feet, trying to get air, but it didn't work, and they seriously just WALKED on the lake for, like, hundreds of feet. SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP. Oh man it was fantastic, I was totally cracking up.
Thank god for the lake, man, am I right? It's like going to a zoo every day. A crappy zoo, but it's cheap, and the animals will walk on your blanket if you don't scold them enough. That's why I have a cat; he's my own little exhibit. and he'll curl against me and I can see the teeny tiny hairs on the top of his nose that are a millimeter long, and when he turns upside down I can see his sharp teeth, and when he drinks from his water fountain it goes fwip fwip fwip. I wonder how he would get along with a pet duck . . .