Friday, May 6, 2011
My person’s friend Judy recently acquired some ducklings. Like all baby birds, ducklings are very cute little creatures, but you have to admit they are a bit funny looking. In the first place, they sure aren’t going to be cracking open any seeds or nuts with those funny flat bills of theirs. And what about those webbed feet? I understand they’re useful for swimming, but what’s the point of that? I mean, I’m sure I enjoy water as much as any duck, but there’s certainly no need to go swimming around in it when you can easily have a nice bath just standing in a pan full of water or having someone spritz you. So, sure, those poor silly ducks can swim around a pond, but they’re never going to be able to climb trees or hold their food like a parrot with sensible feet. Judy is a very nice person and I have enjoyed sitting on her shoulder and squawking in her ear any number of times, so I have to wonder: Why did she get ducks when she could have gotten a parrot?