Friday, May 7, 2010


This is the lake where I run every day and by "run" I mean plod and by "every day"" I mean three times per week.

It's a pretty little spot about a 15 minute walk from our humble abode but I usually drive because I'm lazy. The course around the water is 9/10 of a mile but I lie and tell myself it's a one mile loop. What's the sense of being lazy if you're not also going to be delusional?

The lake is home to ducks, turtles, muskrats and tattooed men who like to fish.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I were taking special non-workout trips to the lake just to see the male ducks fight during mating season. It was like watching "Jersey Shore" with feathers.

More than once I screamed, "Dude, that was awesome!" as one male grabbed the neck of another male who was trying to steal his girl.

Of course, now that the baby ducks have arrived, the fight has been taken right out of the baby dads. But some of the babies don't look at all like their fathers. I think mom has some 'splainin' to do.

One of the moms is taking care of 15 babies which seems like a high number even for a duck. I can't decide if I want to call her Michelle Duckar or Ducky Duggar. Other possibilities are Kate Gooselin or Octoduck. Yes, these are corny but ducks love corn.

A lung infection kept me out of my running shoes today so I decided just to walk around a bit and try out the camera on my new phone. Next time I'll try to get some good shots of the turtles. Who doesn't love turtles?!

1 comment:

DamnCat said...

"But some of the babies don't look at all like their fathers."

Mom must be one of those meanderin' ducks.