In other animal-related fun, this page devoted to the life and times of a handicapped duck named Sebastian is at once touching, inspiring, and hilarious. It's left me quite confused, emotionally. Apparently, a commenter is a little confused also:
Why have you a Duck there are Handicapped? The Duck looked fine, but the legs looked not fine. What are there matter with the Duck s legs?
And did you know ducks had testicles? (this one's for you, FAB)
I had a male duck who I named Daffodil thinking he was a she, but we kept his name since he knew it and I liked it. He also had a great personality, came when I called him and would quack to me to tell me where he was and what he was doing. Daffodil passed during surgery to biopsy a cancerous testicle at age 6.
5 comments:
oh now that's just tragic. all this talk of ducks reminds me of memphis.
wow...ducks got nards!
it probably means I'm evil that I laughed out loud when I read "This is Sebastian, my handicapped duck" doesn't it.
Ha, that's my favorite as well. And Calvo, don't feel too bad, "handicapped duck" is a lot like "midget"--funny in just about any context.
yes! seriously. or maybe some cats are just extra crazy? i want one of that kind.
my cat sits up on a chair like people and squeezes his belly flub with his paws.
frankly, i think he should be president.
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