Below my office window there is a man-made pond. In that pond there are two ducks who visit every year and have done for a number of years. It’s really nice to see. Their arrival is announced with a lot of quacking and flapping by the daddy duck and then they stay. Every year, same time, just the two of them.
The day is taken up with the mammy duck floats around always closely followed by her loyal duck-husband. The pond is on a main walkway towards a shopping centre so they have a large passing audience who take great joy in stopping and feeding them. I have often wondered where they go when they are not visiting here for weeks on end. Who else thinks about these two ducks, who I have named Daffy and Tom, and wonders where they fly off to and who feeds them when they are not here.
There is great joy in taking a moment to just look at them floating around majestically or when they arc their necks into their body if they are taking a mid day nap. Refreshing to know they have stayed together all these years, loyal and loving.
Last Tuesday, a mild day, the usual noisy students passer bys were trekking to the local spar at lunchtime past the pond when I heard an almighty roar and then the noise grew louder and louder so I turned and opened my window to the exclaims of:
“Jaysis fuckin’ christ I can’t look!!!!” …. I feared the worse for my two feathered friends..
Scanning the area, people began to part and then I saw the horrific sight. Camera phones started to be produced and a clap started. There on front of everyone, out of the pond and on the footpath was Daffy being absolutely hammered by Tom. For anyone who hasn’t seen ducks having sex it is a sight to behold. Tom was leathering Daffy ‘ducky’ style flapping his wings away as if he was in full flight and his tail going like a singer sewing machine as the whole of transition year from the secondary school up the road watched on.
Fair play Tom, fair play.
November 25, 2011 at 10:15 pm |
Haha! Brilliant post!