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Yes, it had to be me! Poor me! It couldn't be him! It couldn't be you! It had to be me!!! AH HA HA HA HA!!!


After another unfulfilling day at work yesterday, I was feeling somewhat flat on the walk back to the bus. However, a lovely pair of ducks managed to brighten the mood somewhat by settling in for a bath on Parliament lawns.

They were a good looking pair (Pacific Black’s I would wager), who didn’t seem to mind people passing by and photographing them in the makeshift tub. The dirty devils!

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Anonymous said…
Oh they're fabulous. That's the life, isn't it, rolling around in the muck.
10 September 2008 at 20:58
Anonymous said…
Oh, such a little puddle only. And for them it's beautiful.
10 September 2008 at 21:17
Julie said…
Indeed, Pacific Blacks. I went eyeball-to-eyeball with one last week. It's on the blog ...
10 September 2008 at 21:40
Miles McClagan said…
Stuff this Pussycat dolls nonsense, when I grow up, I wanna be a duck...
10 September 2008 at 21:54
Dina said…
Make the most of it, wherever you find yourself, even if it's only a puddle. The sweet ducks' message.
10 September 2008 at 22:22
Debbie Courson Smith said…
Ducks do have that talent for making people smile - I think because they're a bit silly.
10 September 2008 at 22:56
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