Animals are so freakin cool.
I was running today on my usual trail which takes me
past a duck pond. As I ran by the pond and approached
a group of ducks, most of them sort of sidled away
from me toward the pond. But a single duck shot out
of the group and started running directly
away from me.
His wings were not flapping at all and his little duck
feet were pumping as fast as they could in a straight
line along the path. I thought I had spooked him,
but as I came up next to the duck he did not veer away.
So there I was, running neck and neck with this
duck, as if it was some kind of race. Well, this
was a race I was not going to lose. As I pulled
ahead of the duck, he was still going in a straight line --
following me now -- on the path.
Wierd, I thought, I just beat a duck at the 10
meter dash!
And as I looked back again I saw what the whole
thing was about. The pond was on our left side, and on
the right side of the trail is a road. The duck
suddenly veered from the trail into the street, where
I noticed another duck was standing, head
down, poking around for something on the pavement.
And runner duck got right up to street duck,
got right in his face, and just let him have it.
"Quack quack quack! Quack! Quack quack!"
I think he was saying, "Get out of the street,
you bozo!" And runner duck turned right around
and walked back onto the path, still quacking up a
storm. Street duck followed right behind with
his head hung down.