Dad’s just acting like an iceberg again.
These little dudes spotted in Rome by Patrizio.
Here’s the story of Frank and Joe.
Frank is the fast-quacking trucking buddy of construction delivery guy Joe. Joe used to hunt ducks, but got a duck-hunting dog that… wouldn’t. Frank does helpful things like eat bananas on the job, watch Joe deliver stuff, and snorf the ladies. The best part is the "if more people had ducks…" line.
Actually, Sender-Inner Sparky thinks the gosling baby pics are the best part.
"… well, first we tried the MTV Youth Inaugural Ball, but it was strictly A-listers and they had these huge goons working security, so we were able to sneak into Foreign Diplomats Inaugural Ball for a half-hour because they thought we were waiters, but then they kicked us out when they caught us swimming in the punch bowl. Finally, we ended up at the Mid-Atlantic States Linoleum Manufacturers for Change Gala; they were pretty much letting anybody with a tux in after 10:30 …"
Party on, Jane K.
Well, wonder no more!
Attached are pictures of my annual hatch. Despite having a heat lamp
to keep them roasty-toasty, they sleep by packing themselves in like
sardines, burying their little faces under their neighbor. The result
looks like a fluffy carpet or rug (with the odd wing, beak, or foot
sticking up out of the pile) that undulates as they breathe. The
little buggers are so damned cute, I can hardly stand it. And although
it may be difficult to believe, in just a fortnight they’ll all be as
ugly as sin (Ever seen an adolescent chicken? They’re definitely NOT
Cute Overload material!).
Happy New Year.
… or are we just happy to see you? 2008 was a diverse year for Cats ‘n’ Racks™: Ferrets, waterfowl, stuffed animals, and even the occasional cat. And now, a little somethin’ for the fellas:
Accessory Tip: A strategically-placed duckling can be very beak-oming …
And finally, perhaps the most enchanting creature ever to grace these pages: Warm, inviting smile; eyes that sparkle like moonlight across distant waters … and a really nice beav — No. No, I won’t say it. I won’t sully this vision of radiance and purity with such vulgarity.