He's a stand out from all the others in my mind, a truly special guy. His little chest is narrow, his beak is orange (not the usual yellow or brown or black), and his slim, rubbery feet match. His feathers are a nice caramel and white color, so he's quite well dressed overall.
When he sees that I have food he runs faster than any of the other ducks; his little webbed feet carry him impossibly fast to my side. He even swims faster than the rest, as you can see below.
His head darts in all directions, as if he's had one too many coffees. I think he'd just a very excited little duck!
I was standing above him on a bridge dropping bread with one hand, taking movies with the other. He comes swimming up at lightening speed and you can even see how his funny feet paddle madly to keep him in place. It's so comical! He amuses me to no end!
(that high pitched honking in the background signals the approach of Mr and Mrs Goose - click on this or on Elvis to read about them. The three that swim up are Black Bellied whistling ducks, but I call them Squeaky Beaks, for the high twittering little noise that they make)
It was no surprise then that when I got home to research what he was, I learned that he's called a RUNNING Duck! No lie. He is the only one in all the waterfowl that are at the park, and at the several other little lakes where ducks and geese collect themselves, I have never seen another.
He's truly one of a kind.
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In my morning meditation I focussed on gratitude. This little ray of sunshine you bring with this blog is so very appreciated in my corner of the world. Thank you.
He is sweet Sydney... I love the way he kept looking from side to side, like he was saying: "throw another piece...quick".. to cute.
I love the attention you give to the world around us. It's refreshing.
You took a shine to Twix huh? Yeah, he's a cutie-pa-tootie alright!
~Magick~
Melissa
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