Wednesday, September 23, 2020

DUCK!

 I had to get gasoline in my car yesterday and decided on a whim to visit the Urban Lakes Forest Park to get some photographs of the water.

What I found instead confounded me for awhile.


Yes there was a scenic view of the lake (pond?) with lots of ducks, the two in front doing their head under the water trick looking for lunch.

They apparently had read the signs.



But what puzzled me was the big guy who seemed to be herding them around.




This was definitely a duck of a different color.


I sent a couple of photos to my duck expert in North Dakota, Hunter Dan, and asked him what on earth this bird was.

Dan responded promptly saying he was in the mountains in Montana, had never seen a duck like that but that he'd look it up when he got home.

But in the meantime I decided to ask The Mighty Google and soon had an answer.

It appears to be a Muscovy duck, native to Central and South America but now common throughout the United States and even southern Canada.

And those red wattles on his face are natural, not some kind of disease.


So there you have it, Gentle Readers.

Just another lesson from a naturalist in the city.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Monday, September 21, 2020

Saturday, September 19, 2020

A NICE CLIMB

 


For you, maybe. Not for me.

Friday, September 18, 2020

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Oh yes it is.

It's Friday once again.

The day when you put all your troubles aside and enjoy the Friday Funnies.

Shall we begin?
























Whew!

Is that enough?

I think so.

Once again, I want to thank all my contributors for helping me keep this weekly spell of lunacy going.

Keep 'em comin'!

Now if your moods have improved sufficiently, let's all have a great weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(uh-oh, once again)



Thursday, September 17, 2020

ThrowBack Thursday - SNOW!

 A few years ago, I was living across town when a little winter storm blew through.


I was retired so the blue birdbath suffered the most, I think.




This was the view in the front of the house.



But to really see some snow you have to accompany me to North Dakota back in 1966, when a record setting three-day blizzard hit the state.

When the storm finally let up, I began to dig my car out of a snow drift that formed around and over it at the side of my house.


You can see my ham radio operator call sign license plate.

The Chevy Impala was all-white so if I hadn't known where I parked it I might have searched for it for days!

I just thought you folks in the American Southwest and on the West Coast of America might appreciate this little cool-down post.

Monday, September 14, 2020