Like sands through the hourglass…these are the ducks of our lives.
–Lunar Euphoria
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?
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.
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May 21, 2013 at 11:46 pm
Dana
Oy! Never thought about a duck being gang raped before… and I’m not sure if I ever want the thought to enter my mind again. 🙂 Sorry to hear about the passing of Penguin, but it looks like you have your hands full with a bunch of other ducks still. (Doesn’t minimize or negate Penguin’s short life, just to clarify).
May 22, 2013 at 2:34 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Sorry to put that image in your mind! I didn’t want it in mine either, but such is a life with ducks.
May 22, 2013 at 5:00 am
michelleatplay
Farm life keeps things real. No?
May 22, 2013 at 2:34 pm
Lunar Euphoria
It sure does. I’m learning a lot.
May 22, 2013 at 12:19 pm
skatturcast
Ohh nooo….Poor Penguin. 😦 And here I was afraid he would get stomped to death by all the big ducks. Which of course seemed more likely to happen. I think Penguin would have been safer home with my cat than with all those ducks! 😛
I’m telling ya…throw those damn male ducks in the pond and let the females have a break!
May 22, 2013 at 2:35 pm
Lunar Euphoria
haha…with your cat, maybe.
May 22, 2013 at 2:25 pm
DaydreamsinWonderland
😦 Poor little thing.
May 22, 2013 at 2:35 pm
Lunar Euphoria
He lived an adventurous life in his few days.
May 22, 2013 at 2:51 pm
DaydreamsinWonderland
I guess that’s all any of us can ask for. Life is so fragile.
June 1, 2013 at 3:23 am
Ajaytao2010
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June 6, 2013 at 8:50 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Likewise! Will do. Thanks for dropping in.
June 6, 2013 at 9:07 pm
Ajaytao2010
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June 2, 2013 at 7:25 pm
Kathy
Oh so sad. Heart-breaking. And to think that someone who escaped the pen of life might die so quickly. Alas. P.S. How can you remember the names of everyone you name in your world?
June 2, 2013 at 8:17 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Some are named by their unforgettable essence, while some names change with the changes in form (e.g., the Devil, El Diablo, El-D, and The Grumpy Gardian Angel are all one in the same). All are memorable.