Like sands through the hourglass…these are the ducks of our lives.

–Lunar Euphoria

RIP Penguin May 16, 2013- May 20, 2013

RIP Penguin
May 16, 2013- May 20, 2013

Penguin, the beautiful little duckling, died yesterday under the rump of his mother and shells of his sisters and brothers.   In his short little life, he managed to miraculously escape the pen twice. While apparently easy to find a way out of the pen, finding the way back in proved problematic for Penguin. After each escape he stood outside the pen peeping like crazy, as if the rest of the ducks were free and he was the prisoner.  Both times he was rescued from the great beyond and delivered back to his mama’s nest, only to have his mother deliver him to the Great Beyond.

The day he died another baby hatched. It was a terrible sight to behold, really. Blind, contorted, and slimy, it looked like something you’d see hatching in a monster movie – like a baby dragon or something. The creature’s stick-neck was folded at an improbable angle and one tremulous leg kept working the shell open a little at a time. The bird’s dinosaur lineage was quite evident in his appearance.

Meanwhile, not to be undone by Kiki, P. Recious Rainbow has built a new nest right next to hers and plopped down numerous eggs of her own.  There the two sit quacking out the duck version of Dueling Banjos. Or maybe  it’s the duck version of a dance-off…which would be a lay off?

Who will win this game of nests?

Who will win this game of nests?

Mistletoes is standing on Kiki in that picture because she was running to me, her champion protector. As the youngest female, she is tormented relentlessly by the boys. Every time I catch them trying to gang rape her I chase after the boys clapping at them and yelling mean things about how I might become a carnivore again if they don’t leave her alone.  So now she has the habit of running TO me when they’re after her.