I promised Andrea to show more of the centipede I had in my macros post, so if you cringe at creepy-crawlies––-especially those with dozens of legs, you’d better skip this post. If you are viewing it, though, click on photos to enlarge. It really is beautiful–like nature’s jewelry. In case you are wondering, it has 42 legs if those two in back qualify as legs. The two in front are antennae. If you are wondering why I didn’t tag this as an insect, blame Forgottenman. He has just informed me that a centipede is an arthropod, not an insect. Hmmm. Checked it out and he is right.
Where’s that naughty kitty been? Even though it’s nearly ten, she’s not had a single nibble of the tuna and the kibble that I put outside the door long ago—two hours or more. If dead from curiosity, she’s passed her illness onto me!
Click on first photo and then each photo to enlarge and see the story of Little Duck.
Little duck emerges from his handy little private condo in the kitchen cabinet..
Really little Drain Duck is the newest addition to the Forgottenman household. He makes Little Duck into Big Duck by comparison––or, at the least, Medium Duck.
Little Duck seems to have been very influenced by the Rio Olympics. Here I caught him working on his gymnastics routine on the steady ring(s).
I don’t think bungee jumping is an Olympic event yet, Little Duck!
But all that exercise took its toll. A few electrolytes helped restore energy. Forgottenman tried to pour salt on his tail to slow him down, but made the startling discovery that Little Duck has no tail!!! That explains why it is so hard to catch him when he is up to his usual tricks.
So he decided to go visit his little friends, immigrants from Forgottenman’s earlier visits to Mexico. That’s Forgottenman trying to get into Mexico with his Murdo reunion T-Shirt on. That’s the immigration officer duck blocking his way.
luckily this cooler version of the original grim pitchfork wielder had no objections to Little Duck making it a trio act.
And of course, being Little Duck, he had to get into the action.
When he woke up, it was to a flurry of packing. Seems the househumans are taking off for Minnesota tomorrow. Determined not to be left behind, Little Duck decided to smuggle himself into Judy’s bag, but misjudged the size of his tummy after all those treats and got stuck.
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.
he decided Big Duck needed a bit closer supervision.
I told Little Duck smoking would stunt his growth, but he never listens to me.
I finally hid his tobacco and papers, but I didn’t bother to hide this bottle because I knew he couldn’t reach it anyway. But he outsmarted me. Big Duck scorns in the dark background.
So, Little Duck decided to explore a bit. The recumbent nude bronze seemed to him like a pony ride created just for him.
When Big Duck retreated to find a little solitude to practice his guitar, Little Duck had a front row seat–to Big Duck’s back.
You’ve seen these photos before in numerous posts about Little Duck. This is a blend of a number of his different adventures.
A little bird flew around for an hour today with a balled-up Kleenex in her beak, looking for a place to build her nest. Her mate accompanied her and they investigated the plumeria tree for a long time but it is without leaves at the moment. In a few weeks it would be a possibility. Her mate then stood lookout on the Plumeria while she investigated the bamboo and bougainvillea. Finally, she settled on the big cactus..It was fun observing.
Then a vermillion flycatcher took over the lookout branch. If that is a Kleenex I dropped, some of my DNA will be in the nest!!