Please click on first photo below to enlarge all the photos and read the poem that is presented as their captions.
When I am home, I am up on a shelf, high up in the air, and all by myself,
but when they go traveling, I go along so I can help out telling right way from wrong.
How far are we going?
Where have we been?
This a way.
That a way. Nine miles or ten?
Which way should I face to tell where we’re going? Which way is best to be in the knowing?
How can I help you down here in this hole? Vacationing backwards is not my main goal.
I know I’ll do better up here on the dash.
I’ve room to spread out ‘cuz it’s less of a mash.
Should I face forward, or should I face back?
Should I inform with a wing or a quack?
Should we go left or should we go right?
It is a good thing that I’m here within sight
‘cuz Mom’s only looking at trees and at barns.
Clicking her camera and spinning her yarns.
She thinks that she’s helping me plan this excursion,
but in fact she is simply creating diversion!
And I’m glad I could add to my folks’ education by guiding them through their southern migration.
*Duck Positioning System
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It was Duckie’s niece Hummie who first christened him “Duck,” when she was too little to pronounce “Doug.” I complicated the matter by calling him Duckie and since then, Ducks seem to have flocked into his life. From me, from our friends Gloria, Patty and Judy (posthumously) from another friend Nancy and from his friend Ann. Now, as you can see, he is being kept busy keeping his ducks in a row. You might recognize Little Duck of past blogging fame in this lineup.
The Ragtag prompt was spiral.
Far be it from me to break the law by taking Little Duck out the the car in this Tennessee rest stop without a leash. He was indignant, but what’s a mother to do? Big Duck chose to stay in the car.
For Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge.
Please click on first photo to enlarge and see captions that will guide you through Little Duck’s typical day when in Mexico. (Please remember he now resides in Missouri. We miss him so.)
Little duck emerges from his handy little private condo in the kitchen cabinet..
He supervises Yolanda as she chops up peppers and onions to his exacting instructions.
Learns once more that a watched toaster never pops.
Utilizes other breakfast ingredients as a utilitarian aid in extracting the toast from the toaster.
Takes a wild ride on the kitchen turkey.
Schmoozes with Diego, who is attracted by his aura of kitchen smells.
Takes in a poetry reading by another Duck.
Then a puff on his daily vice,
along with just a sip of Judy’s private stock
And so to bed, to dream of the next day’s adventures.
Perhaps a wild ride on Big Duck’s antique goose? THE END. (CLICK ON X AT THE UPPER RIGHT TO RETURN TO POST PAGE.)
Thanks to okcforgottenman for the last photo of Little Duck off on a new adventure in Missouri. (Sob.) We miss both of our ducks down here in Mexico!!!
This posting is for Cee’s “Duck, Duck, Goose” challenge.