Ducks in a Row

I don’t have all my ducks in a row but I got them all together which must count for something, right. Right?

I used to enjoy coming to work as this is an awesome office park, easy on the eyes and that I know what I am doing. Now with ducks waddling off on their own agendas, something is going give. Today the doomsday clock has moved ticked ever so closer to midnight and I worry that we might be casualties in the fallout. So if my ducks don’t seem all in a row, well sorry for you as I am not all that quacked up lately.

A-Wooing Go

A Duck he would a-wooing go, quack quack, quack quack.

The male Wood ducks don one of the most beautiful colours when a-wooing season starts. It is as if God went wild with a paint brush. I think male Wood ducks along with his cousins the male Mandarin ducks, are the most beautiful birds ever. Surely they surpass the fantastic displays of the peacocks.

The duck and his lady, they went to the pond, and this is the end of my romance, quack quack, quack quack.