Common Name: Duck - Pekin
Category: Birds » Domestic Birds
Just so I don't forget who my people are...That aside, musing for today.
Being the domestic duck that I am, I had a suburban chore to take care of: the ritual sitting at the Department of Motor Vehicles for an inordinate amount of time in order to compete a task that would last 3.4 minutes, but I came prepared. I had my friend Nora Roberts with me. Nothing like a little sex and mystery to wile away the time. This tome happens to be set in the bayou of Louisiana which led me remember that I too have my own swamp not be so far out of the way between DMV and the nest. A plot forms. I'll meander home. Nothing pressing awaits me besides the wonders of domestic bliss, e.g. laundry, vacuuming, and dishes; so what's the rush? * invisions flocks of sister ducks quacking in agreement* So off I go. *flap, flap, flap* alright, so it's not terribly graceful, what do you expect from a domestic duck bred to waddle around chasing chicks all day? I'm a swan at heart so cut me some slack.
There it is. Placid body of water laying at my feet covering 1400 acres. Unfortunate is it's name...Stumpy Lake. No clue as to how it became but am invisioning some colonial homesteader with a peg leg running off interlopers with a shotgun embedding himself in local folk lore as the Stumpy One of the Lake. I will return with a camera when it's not raining, which I am thankful for, we were starting to dry up and blow away here. It's stunning in it's verdancy. My soul is renewed just driving past it. The way around is a paved tunnel cut through trees. There are no shoulders so the woodlands on either side stretch up and over the road leaving the impression a channel was bore through the branchs. I must remember this way home more often. A more relaxing drive in comparison to the concrete jungle I am usually waddling through. *beep-beep* "Git off the road, damn duck!" quack.