Travels with Two Ducks (The Continuing Saga of Little Duck, Episode 5)

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(To see the commentary and photo details, you need to click on the first photo and on each photo as you follow the arrows.)

As promised yesterday, we brought Little Duck along with us in our northward journey to Des Moines to visit my nephew and then to St. Paul to visit my sister, niece, her husband and grand nieces. So far it has been quite a trip, as these photos will bear witness to:

Although Little Duck at first remained in his ceiling seat restraint, as befitted his status as a sometime creature of the air, he soon grew restless.
 
but when Big Duck objected, he had to find other ways to spend his time. He practiced his surfing on the sun visor until we assured him there was no surf in Minnesota.
A few tummy tickles kept him occupied for a short time.
Puzzled by our choice of music, he checked it out on Shazam.
And promptly changed the song.
Then he turned up the volume and changed the song again.
Then changed it again. And again and again.
Exhausted, he took a break from his disc jockeying and had a little nap.
Rejuvenated, he sprang once more into action.
When his attempt at backseat driving fell on deaf ears,
he decided Big Duck needed a bit closer supervision.
Soon he had shifted to the copilots seat.
and after a few driving lessons,
pitched in a little help with the driving.
Until, at the request of the captain, he was put once more into restraints.
He was all too happy when we made a stop in Eldon, Iowa, at the house Grant Wood depicted in his painting “American Gothic”
And of course, being Little Duck, he had to get into the action.
And although at this angle it looks as though he is impaled on the pitchfork,
luckily this cooler version of the original grim pitchfork wielder had no objections to Little Duck making it a trio act.
Then he perched on Big Duck’s knee for the remainder of the trip, relating the stories of his afternoon’s adventure and offering occasional driving advice as well.

Unfortunately, in our rush to get registered in the hotel and to get to my nephew’s house on time, Little Duck was forgotten in the car and so is regrettably spending a night in solitaire.  No doubt he’ll have plenty to relate to us in the morning.  In the meantime, we are having a peaceful rest all on our own!!

The prompt word today is “Pretend.”

27 thoughts on “Travels with Two Ducks (The Continuing Saga of Little Duck, Episode 5)”

      1. quarksire's avatarquarksire

        is he a washable Quack? 🙂 i got one like dat afraid to throw in wash machine though think he might explode…can’t let ur quack get dirty! ya know being so photogenic! lol… jest think ur ducky is 2 kewl fer skewl reallY! 🙂 .

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        1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          I’m just beginning to think he could use a little scrub. I also just discovered after three years of experiencing him mute that he cheeps when you press his tummy. Not a quack but a peep! Now how strange is that?

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I really do call my friend “Duckie.” Have since I’ve known him. Thus, Little Duck and Big Duck. Little Duck was a birthday gift to Big Duck from our friend Gloria a few years ago.

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      1. hirundine608's avatarhirundine608

        Judy,
        That’s just fine. It is a common contraction in ol’ Blighty.

        In London, you’ll often be called ducky by others. Either ducky or ducks. It is also used as a measure of applause or pleasure. Hence the term by Londoners, “ain’t [isn’t] that just ducky”? While fairly common parlance. The origin is mysterious to me, other than hearing it so frequently. Since cockney’s [born with in the sound of Bow bells … St Mary-le-bow, in Cheapside. Once that area was full of working classes and poverty. Use rhyming slang to converse. Thus, pork pies become lies. Or apples and pears … stairs, etc. It may have some connotation, in rhyme? Or just simple … ducks? Just like ducks on a pond?

        Either way, the adventures of both ducks. Are popular entertainment and pleasure, when visiting your blog. … rock on, sister, … Cheers Jamie…. Nice one!

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        1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          His name is Doug, but when I first met him, his niece was little and called him “Duck.” When I said I wanted to call him that he said no, that was her private name for him and only she could use it, so I decided to call him Duckie, thinking all the while of the British use of that endearment. I’ve called him that ever since, as have all of my friends and family. Some protested for a few years but with the exception of one guy who said he wasn’t going to call another man “Duckie,” they’ve all given in and from the first, he has actually preferred it to Doug. He calls me Remi, which I actually prefer to Judy, but since I’ve shown art and written by that name for so many years, I still use Judy with old friends, family and on my blog. Talk about split personality!!!!

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  8. hirundine608's avatarhirundine608

    Children, can be cute like that … No problem … so long as it’s not late for lunch. Whatever we are called. Maybe Remi is like Rembrandt? My favourite artist. He sure knows how to use shadow. Him and Winslow Homer, maybe? Actually there are a few more, nevermind. BTW. There is character name Remi in the American version of House of Cards. Cheers Jamie

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Cee. Just now trying to get a dentist appt. for a temporary for my front tooth cap that chose this inopportune time to fall out. Of course I bit into it and broke it as I chewed the empanada I was eating at the time. Always a new thrill. I look like my hillbilly ancestors or at the worst a meth addict!

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    2. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Last night Big Duck made me go out to the car in the dark to retrieve Little Duck! To be fair, walking is excruciating for Big Duck right now as he has pain along the whole front of his foot in addition to a bone spur on his heel and driving all this way hasn’t helped it. And to tell you the truth, I couldn’t sleep thinking of Little Duck all alone down there in the car in the dark, either. Do you think we’re experiencing the first stages of senility???

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  14. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

    You mind so well, Mason.. Thanks for coming along on the adventure. I miss Little Duck. He’s being held prisoner by Forgottenman who never goes anywhere except when I visit.

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