I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
I'm sure that didn't end well.
ReplyDeleteAny port in a storm.....
ReplyDeleteHah! Great photo. That's now one of my all time favorite optimist pictures.
ReplyDeleteThe duck was in the carpark at the Tesco supermarket in Hunstanton, Norfolk.
ReplyDeleteWhilst Norfolk has had very little rain so far this year, it's not quite so bad as the duck seems to be claiming.
Greetings from Rod's Duck Farm! Delightful Duck Park - Thanks for thinking ducks. There is a children's story/fable from India about mudpuddles and loyalty.
ReplyDeleteThe Ganges overflows and fills low spots with water and fish. Birds come to drink water and eat fish. The waterholes gradually dry up. The moral is, "The birds fly away but the fish stay!" Quack, Quack!
Welcome, Duck-farmer!
ReplyDeleteGood fable. I've often wondered about fish and floods. How they travel over strange territory, it may be wonderful for a while, but then? What happens when there's no way back to the river?
I'm all for flying fish. With vtol helicopter ability.
This duck took the prize for making me smile, that day. Quaaaack!