Brown-o and White-o are Hungry
March 2nd 2008 21:00
One day, my sister Susan decided to postpone feeding our ducks to see what they would do. It didn’t take long for Brown-o, the most vocal one, to stand in our backyard and start quacking. “Quack, quack, quack!” she called over and over again. My sister and I watched, noticing how flat her stomach was. When the normally placid White-o joined in, we knew they were close to starvation. At the same time, my father lost his temper and told the ducks to shut up while Susan raced off to feed them.
Another time, I turned the ducks upside down and placed them on their backs to see what they’d do. Brown-o flipped onto her feet straight away and walked off while White-o couldn’t work out how to get back onto her feet. She lay there kicking her webbed feet in the air until I turned her over.
We also liked to cover their nostrils with our fingers. The ducks would wriggle their bills away from our fingers. Clever birds.
Looking back, I’m ashamed of how we behaved. My only excuse was we were young and lacked empathy.
Another time, I turned the ducks upside down and placed them on their backs to see what they’d do. Brown-o flipped onto her feet straight away and walked off while White-o couldn’t work out how to get back onto her feet. She lay there kicking her webbed feet in the air until I turned her over.
We also liked to cover their nostrils with our fingers. The ducks would wriggle their bills away from our fingers. Clever birds.
Looking back, I’m ashamed of how we behaved. My only excuse was we were young and lacked empathy.
Photo by Fir0002. Used in accordance with the terms of Wikimedia Commons’ GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts.
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