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Laughing Duck Outside My Window
This is a (slight) adjustment of my 18NOV05 update, where I had, shall we say, "A Difficulty With Ducks."
In the original, if you clicked on the picture of Daffy Duck, it would give you the option to download an .mp3; not what I wanted. I just wanted it to play.
In keeping with the Pricess Leia page, this one just plays the song; no downloading required (but if you want it, right-click this link).
So it's 4:30 in the morning as I type this, interrupted from my task of updating my Technolust piece. Today, just like yesterday, and the day before that, I heard something outside my bedroom window which sounded suspiciously like laughter.
No, I wasn't doing anything even remotely funny -- unless typing on a laptop while sitting in bed is considered funny (no basketball jokes, please --!).
What is so funny?
Even more important, who's out there at 4:30 a.m. laughing in my general direction?
It took a while, but I finally (FINALLY!!) found out where the laughter was coming from: The gaggle -- er, flock -- um, buncha ducks swimming in the pond outside my window.
While the apartment mangement-folk call it a lake, anyone who's been through Legal Terminology class knows that a lake is bigger than a pond, and this "lake" is only about 50 feet or so wide ... but I guess "Pondside Apartments" doesn't sound as good as "Lakeside Apartments," right?
Anyhoo, it was the ducks, and they were behaving in a fashion familiar to all who do not have children, but have been forced to spend some "quality time" with someone else's little monst -- um, bundle of joy and his or her lone, frantic parent.
If you ever saw Bill Cosby's excellent HBO (Showtime?) special from a few years back with the rather wordy title of "For Those of you With and Without Children, You'll Understand," you probably remember the story about Jeffrey, a little bundle of energy who was running around the plane Bill Cosby was on, making himself a PITA to all the passengers. Bill Cosby said the reason he knew Jeffrey's name was because his mother was saying it constantly: "Jeffrey, don't do that. Jeffrey! Get down from there! Jeffrey, don't make me come over there! Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey-Jeffrey-JeffreyJeffrey-Jeffrey--!"
Well, you get the idea.
Anyway, that laughing duck sounded just like Jeffrey's harried mother, calling after his gaggle -- flock -- er, buncha ducklings..
For a moment, I almost (almost, I say) felt sorry for Papa Duck ... but then that 4:30 a.m. memory came back.
Also, I realized it could've been worse ...