Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.


Ezra spied these little fellows paddling around the pond at the Botanical Gardens here in Hobart. They're ducks, by the way, not tigers.

Today's poem?
The Duck, by Ogden Nash

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.

11 comments:

Sue said...

Aaawwww!!! So cute! (I could've sworn they were tigers!!)

Sue said...

We have two ducks. One blue. One black.
And when our blue duck goes QUACK , "quack, quack,"
Our black duck quickly quack quacks back.
The quacks Blue quacks, makes her quite a quacker;
But Black is a quicker quacker backer.

Vicki said...

Oh, they are so, so gorgeous. Beautiful shot.

Babzy said...

wow the shot is awesome !

Roddy said...

Obviously they don't have their floatation tanks operative yet.

Jackie said...

I love this shot - so cute!

I once heard a guy on the radio say that the surest way to get a girl falling for you is to suggest you both go and feed the ducks. Apparently it works every time (it would work with me every time too, except it's always me that suggests it which somehow spoils the moment). So I'd keep an eye on who Henry and Ezra invite to the pond.

Kris said...

Sue, and they tasted lovely too!

Kris said...

Vicki, and they weren't scared of Ez.

Kris said...

Babzy, the wonders of a zoom.

Kris said...

Roddy, yes they do.

Kris said...

Jackie, really? I thought that in Glasgow courting had to involve large quantities of alcohol.