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ARGH. WATERFOWL.
Aug. 8th, 2008 03:56 pmSo I biked to the local Target this afternoon.
Getting there is really easy, since there's a bike path that runs between here and there. Said bike path goes through a couple of parks on the way. One of these parks is notorious for its population of geese.
The geese weren't around today -- wrong time of year -- but there were a couple of duck families. The ducklings were at that awkward stage where they still follow Mom around everywhere, but are big enough to be working on that whole "independence" thing.
On my right: a cluster of about six ducklings. On my left: Mama duck and the last of the brood. Behind me: another biker. What does the lone duckling on the left do? He tries to cross the path. Makes it about 3/4 of the way there, quacking contentedly the entire way, when he sees me, and decides to turn around and run back to his mother.
You know that bit in Make Way for Ducklings where the duck family nearly gets hit by the bike?
Um, yeah. That's about it.
At that point, I'd slowed down, and if the duckling had just kept going, he'd have crossed before I got to him. Instead, I had to swerve. I'm fine, but I was cursing at the ducks and the guy behind me was laughing his ass off. I was, too, once I got done swearing.
So, I repeat: ARGH. WATERFOWL.
(At least it wasn't a gosling. Mama goose would probably have gone after me.)
Getting there is really easy, since there's a bike path that runs between here and there. Said bike path goes through a couple of parks on the way. One of these parks is notorious for its population of geese.
The geese weren't around today -- wrong time of year -- but there were a couple of duck families. The ducklings were at that awkward stage where they still follow Mom around everywhere, but are big enough to be working on that whole "independence" thing.
On my right: a cluster of about six ducklings. On my left: Mama duck and the last of the brood. Behind me: another biker. What does the lone duckling on the left do? He tries to cross the path. Makes it about 3/4 of the way there, quacking contentedly the entire way, when he sees me, and decides to turn around and run back to his mother.
You know that bit in Make Way for Ducklings where the duck family nearly gets hit by the bike?
Um, yeah. That's about it.
At that point, I'd slowed down, and if the duckling had just kept going, he'd have crossed before I got to him. Instead, I had to swerve. I'm fine, but I was cursing at the ducks and the guy behind me was laughing his ass off. I was, too, once I got done swearing.
So, I repeat: ARGH. WATERFOWL.
(At least it wasn't a gosling. Mama goose would probably have gone after me.)