This is the post that I told you to expect day before yesterday. I can't get over the dichotomy that this presents to anyone who lives in the park, mostly. It is also rich in mental curly-q's, such that when I read it, I couldn't help but wonder how long I could keep the mental smiles going before the novelty wore off.
The first item that struck my funny bone was the fact that it seems to be very important that ducks are being eaten by other wild animals. Really! Wow,imagine we have a pond in the park that is frequented by a rather large population of ducks, also wild, I always presumed. It is really not news, (or is it?) that the occasional one should be caught napping by a carnivorous wild creature. Actually, if a duck gets eaten by a coyote the duck is to blame, really. Wings against feet! Is that a fair pairing? Not in my book. By the way, so what? The manager signed this notice. I am protecting the innocent here. He understands wild life being that he hails from northern Ontario, Canada. You know, fur trapping country and the home of the oldest corporation in North America. So he knows nature...you know, coyote eats sleeping duck...
I was rather happy to see that the sign did not suggest that the Chinese lady around the corner could have snitched one of our dear wild Mallards. (Actually, she's safe since she is a figment of my imagination.)
Now, here's the punch line:
This is a representative portion of the Mallard population that I caught on camera just as most of the gaggle had finished dinner as provided by the kind human souls of the park. A group of humans contributes $1.00 per month, per person to buy seed to serve as daily (illegal,per the posted notice) dinner to the "wild" animals--- the feathered type who are either too lazy or too fat to fly away from the four legged carnivorous types who might happen along.
In a short and impromptu conversation with the manager earlier this morning, I inquired as to the natural status of the ducks. Wild or not wild? Animal or not animal? He just shook his head and looked at me with a smile of the type that only an authority figure can give a peon. It came to mind that it might be quite a while before anyone will get arrested for the crime of feeding the wild animals.
So, dear friends and neighbors, seeing that none of you is neither coyote nor raccoon, you may want to check out our fat, waddling denizens. You might encounter one sleeping with head tucked under wing and then decide if you want to engage in the complicated process of extricating yourself from having turned yourself into a raptor, you, a domesticated animal forcing yourself upon wild(?) fauna who should have been alert enough to fly away from you in the first place. Or are these feathered creatures really more friends than fauna?
Care to give it a try?
Oh, by the way, are stray (feral?) cats wild animals? Maybe, but they don't like duck...fur is OK but feathers? Yuukk!
The first item that struck my funny bone was the fact that it seems to be very important that ducks are being eaten by other wild animals. Really! Wow,imagine we have a pond in the park that is frequented by a rather large population of ducks, also wild, I always presumed. It is really not news, (or is it?) that the occasional one should be caught napping by a carnivorous wild creature. Actually, if a duck gets eaten by a coyote the duck is to blame, really. Wings against feet! Is that a fair pairing? Not in my book. By the way, so what? The manager signed this notice. I am protecting the innocent here. He understands wild life being that he hails from northern Ontario, Canada. You know, fur trapping country and the home of the oldest corporation in North America. So he knows nature...you know, coyote eats sleeping duck...
I was rather happy to see that the sign did not suggest that the Chinese lady around the corner could have snitched one of our dear wild Mallards. (Actually, she's safe since she is a figment of my imagination.)
Now, here's the punch line:
This is a representative portion of the Mallard population that I caught on camera just as most of the gaggle had finished dinner as provided by the kind human souls of the park. A group of humans contributes $1.00 per month, per person to buy seed to serve as daily (illegal,per the posted notice) dinner to the "wild" animals--- the feathered type who are either too lazy or too fat to fly away from the four legged carnivorous types who might happen along.
In a short and impromptu conversation with the manager earlier this morning, I inquired as to the natural status of the ducks. Wild or not wild? Animal or not animal? He just shook his head and looked at me with a smile of the type that only an authority figure can give a peon. It came to mind that it might be quite a while before anyone will get arrested for the crime of feeding the wild animals.
So, dear friends and neighbors, seeing that none of you is neither coyote nor raccoon, you may want to check out our fat, waddling denizens. You might encounter one sleeping with head tucked under wing and then decide if you want to engage in the complicated process of extricating yourself from having turned yourself into a raptor, you, a domesticated animal forcing yourself upon wild(?) fauna who should have been alert enough to fly away from you in the first place. Or are these feathered creatures really more friends than fauna?
Care to give it a try?
Oh, by the way, are stray (feral?) cats wild animals? Maybe, but they don't like duck...fur is OK but feathers? Yuukk!
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