Cute Overload :D
Lookout! D-Day duckbardments are arriving in an early-morning amphibious assault! Their mission: to capture delicious floating bread morsels and other bug-related treats. Bok-1-2! Bok 1-2!
Aw! I lurve to feed the duckies! I know I have some bread around here somewhere!
Awwww…look at how their markings are all exacticly the same, they all have yellow dots on their back, like little clonies! I love me some baby duckies, esp when they zoom forward, all ehn! ehn! ehn! to get food you are throwing. Their feets go around in circles like Fred Flintstone driving a car, and they lean forward, so determined.
I love the smell of ducklings in the morning.
Looks like Mom has all her ducks in a row….
all but that one, he’s slackin!
The Mothership arrives with an echelon of scouts in tow…
“All the ducks are swimming in the water….”
awww, they look like a parade!
Make Way for Ducklings!
Awwwww! Look at Mom’s face…she is getting tired of counting to nine!
I only had three kids and when we were swimming I was ALWAYS counting!
Just last week, I had to rescue a duckling who had been separated from his, er, squadron by a large barky dog. I scooped him up and carried him to his mom, and OH! Those splappy little feeties on my hand. So rubbery and cold and adorable. I almost squeeeeed with excitement, but I didn’t want to scare him. Anyway, he was happily reunited and the duck squadron hopped back in the pond and sailed away.
For some reason, my inner soundtrack is playing the Indiana Jones theme right now. (I guess I don’t have “The Wade of the Valkyries” in my playlist.)
Most excellent use of “echelon,” TwoDragons!
It’s like a chorus line. And one and two and three and four..
…cue the Ride of the Valkyries (Apocalypse Quack)
I’m crying over here. I’ve been reading the history of WWII lately so this is especially timely (for me). But Meg… “Duckbardments”? How early do you have to get up to be that silly?
oh! i just lovvvvvvvvvveee duckys. one day a few came down my street. Well actually 1 mama duck and 6 babies. it’s funny because the lake where the ducks live is so far away. Then i remebered the lake was being redone this week. i wanted to cry. but i got an inflatable pool and they lived with me for a few days. It makes me want to cry but a happy cry. The ducks presently live in their lake. It makes me happy. That’s why i loooooooovvvvvvvveeee duckys. <3
See, stuff like this is why I keep coming back here.
What medication are you on and can I have any?
“I was in downtown Boise, Idaho and I saw a duck wandering around. I knew the duck was lost becasue ducks aren’t supposed to be downtown, there’s nothing for ‘em there. So I went into a Subway shop and I was like, just give me a bun, but hte girl told me it’s against Subway policy to sell jsut a bun, I guess to two halves aren’t supposed to touch. So I said, fine, put some lettuce on it. She said, ‘That’ll be $1.75′ and I said, ‘Thanks, it’s for a duck.’ She said, ‘Oh, no charge then.’
“See, I didn’t know that. Ducks eat for free at Subway! Had I known, I would have gotten a bigger sandwich. “Gimme the steak fajita sub, but don’t bother ringing it up, it’s for a duck! There are six ducks out there! And they all want Sun Chips!”
Mitch, I love that story.
(Bet it liked the lettuce, too)
Stay on target…
Stay on target….
how is it possible to be so funny on a Sunday?
Time zones, Marty. Some of us lucky so-and-so’s got to sleep in.
Ceebs, your comment is SO right on. Couldn’t have said it better myself!
I’d recognize my Seattle University duckies anywhere! These lucky duckies live in the refelction pond outside the chapel on campus (the refelction of the bell tower – which has been turned off since the duckies have nested in the pond – is in the left of the photo.) And yes, they always swim in a line like this! Every morning I am privileged enough to walk by them! Such a cute way to start the day.
…a fanciful floatilla of fascinated fluffies…
…or a determined detachment of delightfully darling downies…
Aaacckkk! I’ve caught alliteration…
Er…that’s “flotilla”…ooh – I think I might be cured!…
A queue of quazy quackers?
A Phalanx of Phluffy Phlappers…[must be contagious, Mook ;)]
…a long line of little lovelies…
…a wave of wee, wet, webbed wonders…
….a powerfully pretty puddle of peeps …
a mighty mass of motoring munchable mallards…
My wife calls the CO “Cute Overlord.” Now I know why!
…a cute crew des canards…
A plethora of paddling pooflings…
TheChump: There is a site named that: http://cuteoverlord.blogspot.com/
My prediction: Duckling number three from the right will get mobbed out of boot camp.
The only thing missing is the little “peep peep peep” that goes with those little guys…
Snap to, Private Quackling! Straighten up that shoddy lineup or be assigned post-duckbardment cleanup! >QUACK<
Have you ever seen ducklings when they’re trying to get somewhere fast? The actually RUN on the water. It’s awesome
“The first wave’s goin’ in now. Stand by for a ram,” Snafu said.
The man next to me sighed. “Yeah, the stuff’s gonna’ hit the fan now.”
“The landing is unopposed!”
We looked with amazement at the Duck on the Amtrac with which our Higgins boat had just hooked up.
“The Hell you say,” one of my buddies shot back.
“It’s straight dope. I ain’t seen no casualties. Most of the Cats just hauled ass.”
It suddenly dawned upon me, though, that it wasn’t at all like the Cats to let us walk ashore unopposed on an island only 350 yards from their homeland. They were obviously pulling some trick, and I began to winder what they were up to.
“Hey Sledgehammer, what’s the matter? Why don’t you sing like everybody else?”
I grinned and took up a chorus of the “Little Brown Jug.”
“That’s more like it!”
To protect against the deadly Iseeyouhuggers(known as “Random duck petters”), the ducks found safety in moving in convoys for protection until the fowl military devised duck-based countermeasures to stop the petting menace. I’m Roger Mudd, and you’re watching the CO Channel.
How come I can never see the pictures on the majority of posts here?
Mama Duck quickly figured out an easier way to get around: hair-thin, invisible tow wires hooked to her babies and cunningly attached to an under-feather harness. Ah. Now that’s the life.
I can hear helicopters!
Eugene Sledge — and then what?? Is Chapter 2 coming soon?
Amy — wha huh? What are you using? (computer, operating system, web browser, etc.)
“Synchronize your watches. We attack at dawn!”
A rare amphibious D (Admiralty code for Duck)-Day attack was seen early this morning, using a formation not seen since World War One, “crossing the squee”. Used against Germany’s feared Dog Paddlers in such battles as Heligoland Bite in 1914, Dogger Bank in 1915 and Duckland Bank in 1916, these Webbed Squackdrons were viewed with respect and affection. More than one Tommy, stuck in the trenches, would look at the wooden planking below his boots and say, “Why do you think we call them ‘duckboards’, mate? They keep us from sinking!”
“Nickole, what to do is, come over to the duckie thread and join in the alliteration. You could even show us up and alliterate in two languages.”
This was Laurie’s response to my outburst about all the difficult slang, french accents and RANDOM LETTERS in use on this site. And I’m taking you up on it, dammit! Here goes…
“Forsvarets fugleflåte følger farvannet fra flerfoldige florerende fæle fiskefangere.”
Alliteration in Anglaise are actually absolutely all too advanced for an amateur.
Nickole, you are an ESL genius, despite all your statements to the contrary. And I only wish I understood Norwegian so I could fully appreciate your brilliant alliteration…
Can I just be inserted into the internet and *live* on CO please??????
This is a MUCH *happier* *sillier* place than the real world…&:o(
I am DEFINITELY adding Nickole to the Dream Office roster. YGRS, how does First Intern sound?
HEY! how does one get added to the D.O. roster? which cat does one have to snorgle? which puppy’s belly to ZErbert?
The advocacy of [something] follows the [something] [something] of [something] ?
I give up. it does sound lovely. I particularly like the word ” fiskefangere “. I shall endeavor to introduce in conversation:
“so, how did our weekend go?”
“it was great! awesome! fiskefangere!!”
My bag’s packed & me & my WonderKitty Wembley are standing here on the corner of UnEasy Street & NoMan’sLand Lane, just awaiting for the Dream Office Shuttle to come get us please…
(We’ll just live under our desk, during non-work hours, if that’s ok with the rest of you guys…)
Mariser — ah, silly, you’ve been on the roster for ages.
As this is all still in the Dream phase, the main job requirement is simply a fanatical devotion to Teh Qte™.
ahh, kinda of a happy/sad moment:
happy: I’m in the D.O. roster! wheee! awaiting Threebert’s orders!
sad: so I don’t get to snorgle a Teh Qte™ kitteh? [pouts].
Awww, can I be on the roster, too? It would really cheer me up…..
Nickole, see, that totally kicks butt. Even if you had just hit random keys on the keyboard, and you’re totally faking us out.
(touches Arbed’s shoulder gently with Teh Qte™ wand).
there you are Arbed! done! in the roster. hope your day improves
there is NO WAY that Nickole is faking up out! no way! such a word as “fiskefangere” cannot possibly be random or made up. I’d cry if it was so.
Please please tell me that it doesn’t mean “fishfinger”. In fact, Nickole you genius you, please tell us what it all means so we can marvel anew?
Mariser — we’ve got 8 days left before we go to “Kitten Class” at the Humane Society. After that, we should be good to go for fostering. I’ll have the Catcave ready by then. (The live KitterCam™ may take a little longer, though; serving streaming video from home out to the ‘net at large is a trickier proposition.)
By the way… I’m looking into mass-transit arrangements for Dream Office commuters. Here are a couple of possibilities (from Burning Man 2001):
Prototypes only, of course.
oo ooo! Can I ride in the fuzzy Cheshire Cat?
That’s the CatBus from “My Neighbor Totoro” by Hayao Miyazaki. Some inspired looniness there.
OMG! It’s the royal Navy! CUTENESS!!! ATTAK!!
Which is diferent from
a chicken sound effect:
Speaking of all in a row, check these cats out:
This will make a great postcard for Mother’s Day (or Father’s…)
Good Lord! Do all 9 of these ducklings belong to this one mom???? Where is the father, in this scenario??? Taking a siesta?? Hey sweetie—please help me!!!! I’m swamped!!!! (Get it—”swamped”??) :^)
I’m sorry to have kept you waiting for the meaning of the word “fiskefangere” for so long. I’m on holiday in Denmark, see, and my internet browsing time is severly reduced at the moment.
“Fiskefangere” literally means “fish catchers”, not to be confused with “fiskere” (fishermen), which is more common, but doesn’t sound nearly as good.
And Theo, I’m thrilled at being added to the Dream Office roster! This makes up for everything: The awkard time zone, the French accents, and even the RANDOM LETTERS!
Ok. Maybe I’m still have some hysteria left over the random letters…
‘Duckbardment’ is perhaps the greates caption I have seen on this site!