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B & C - and Daddy Duck
I went through the back gate and walked under the poplars to look at the
creek. It's almost duckling time and Daddy Drake was patrolling up and down the waterway. I turned around. B & C were creeping through the grass behind me towards the creek. They are petrified of water, perhaps they remember their unintended swims in the wash-house tub. Scared kitties walk in a slow motion way. It's a bit like a dance. One paw up, hesitate, sniff, paw down, stop, a step to the right, stop, sniff, sit down. Sniff. Stand up, repeat the process. Behind them lurched FSP - she reckons anywhere I go is safe for her. She began winding herself around my legs and meowing. B & C continued their slow progress right up to the high bank leading down to the water. Then they saw Daddy Drake - yikes. I thought their eyes were going to pop out. Was it a bird, was it a mad cat in the water, what was it? Daddy Duck suddenly got sick of the whole thing. He made a frightful noise with wing flapping on the water and quacking. B & C thought their last moments had come. They jumped at least a metre into the air and took off running. FSP didn't budge, she hadn't even noticed Daddy Duck! Persians! Bev -- God may have created man before woman but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece. |
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