Brown-o and White-o
November 22nd 2007 21:12
Ducks poo a lot. By this I mean they will squirt out a jet of green duck poo every five minutes. For this very reason, our ducks, Brown-o and White-o weren’t allowed inside the house. They had to stay outside and poo in the backyard and garden (duck poo being excellent fertiliser) and at night, my sister and I locked them in the garage to sleep where they would poo all over the place again.
On the few occasions our ducks were allowed inside our house, my sister and I would attach plastic bags to their bottoms to collect their waste. My sister would put them on her lap and get them to watch TV with us. On such an occasion, we noticed Brown-o was crying. She didn’t seem to be upset, though. It was more like tears of joy. It was very moving to watch as our ducks usually communicated with us by quacking. A quack or two usually meant they were happy but a series of quacks with increasing intensity meant they were hungry.
One day I was telling my best friend about Brown-o’s crying when she said, “I’d cry, too, if I was your ducks.” This had me roaring in laughter as my best friend is full of wise cracks. I still find recalling the conversation funny.
A year later, shortly after Brown-o and White-o were stolen, I said to her, “My father misses the ducks.”
My father is a big fan of Peking Duck, a Chinese dish, which he eats several times a week. This was the subject of many wise cracks by my best friend. On this day, she said before bursting out laughing, “And he had a piece of duck in his mouth while he was saying that!”
On the few occasions our ducks were allowed inside our house, my sister and I would attach plastic bags to their bottoms to collect their waste. My sister would put them on her lap and get them to watch TV with us. On such an occasion, we noticed Brown-o was crying. She didn’t seem to be upset, though. It was more like tears of joy. It was very moving to watch as our ducks usually communicated with us by quacking. A quack or two usually meant they were happy but a series of quacks with increasing intensity meant they were hungry.
One day I was telling my best friend about Brown-o’s crying when she said, “I’d cry, too, if I was your ducks.” This had me roaring in laughter as my best friend is full of wise cracks. I still find recalling the conversation funny.
A year later, shortly after Brown-o and White-o were stolen, I said to her, “My father misses the ducks.”
My father is a big fan of Peking Duck, a Chinese dish, which he eats several times a week. This was the subject of many wise cracks by my best friend. On this day, she said before bursting out laughing, “And he had a piece of duck in his mouth while he was saying that!”
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