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Sorry to be a wet blanket Caz, but I have this feeling of deja' vu.I would never forget a duck with a party hat on it's butt! Still, it's a cute pic. Now where's the cake?
Btw mate. Happy Duck Anniversary!May there be many more!Can't you just picture us as doddery old ducks forty years from now....Doddery Duck Friday eh?
Are you trying to tell me that some other blogger has ducks with party hats on their butts Kath?
A duck fop!
Ain't life ducky, eh wot? Can just imagine the drake saying that to his missus, Timmy.
Fauxtography! I'm almost sure of it!Timt: would that picture happen to be from Mother Goose?, perhaps?
Wow! A whole year of Duck Fridays! I have two things to say: First of all, you're my hero, man. Where would Weird Bird Friday be without you? Nowhere, that's where. Second, I had totally forgotten that the very first Duck Friday was a Drunka pic! I've actually met that duck! In person! In Spain! It's even possible that I took the picture although Mr. Drunka and I always have very different memories about who took which picture. Basically, if the picture is any good, each of us thinks he/she took it.Congratulations on your Duck Friday anniversary. Here's to about a zillion years more!
Awww, DrunkaWife, thanks for the nice comments, but apart from that, what really warms the cockles of my heart is that you and the DrunkaHusband see the world through the same lens (well, at least when if it’s a well composed, good shot). That’s so darned sweet. BTW - a zillion years? Oh, jeez, Kath is already snirtling over the prospect of Doddery Duck Friday. I'm going to be stuffed if ducks become extinct.
Drunka, it's from the publication Mother Goose, but it's an illustration to a poem called Ducks and Drakes. Do look around that Gutenberg book, it's very charming.
DUCKS AND DRAKES A duck and a drake, And a halfpenny cake,With a penny to pay the old baker. A hop and a scotch Is another notch,Slitherum, slatherum, take her.
A LITTLE MANThere was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make.To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail; The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILINGI saw a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee!There were comfits in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold.The four-and-twenty sailorsThat stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white miceWith chains about their necks.The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
THE GREEDY MANThe greedy man is he who sits And bites bits out of plates,Or else takes up an almanac And gobbles all the dates.I think we can all learn something from that.
I'm a day late, but at least I made it for your Duckiversary. Congrats.
My god Geoff, I rememeber a couple of those poems!Had quite forgotten about I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING, and A LITTLE MAN - with his little gun, and his bullets made of lead, lead, lead. Wow. Tim - the greedy man? He didn't eat ducks or anything? Only dates? Hmmm. A token off topic poem then?
How cute is this?http://www.bookmakersltd.com/art/bishop_art/BISHOPmouseshipFULLx.jpg
A ducky captain of the mice? Cute.But weird.