Some animals are cunning and evil-disposed, as the fox; others, as the dog, are fierce, friendly, and fawning. Some are gentle and easily tamed, as the elephant; some are susceptible of shame, and watchful, as the goose. Some are jealous and fond of ornament, as the peacock.


peking ducks                  crested duck

I was outside listening to the V.D.W.’s (Veterans of the Duck Wars) this morning.  They were stuffed into the tiny corner of shade by the green house, all talking at once complaining about the events going on in the yard.  I must confess that there is only one true V.D.W. with an injured foot that never healed.  He has walked with a hobble/limp for the last year.  His fellow soldiers are just fakes living off the welfare of sympathy and food that is generated for the truly injured.  Our purple-heart awarded soldier won his place of rest in the vicious battle of the chain link fence attack.  He was wounded while trying to return to his place of safety and remained pinned down for nearly a full day.  By the time I found him he was on death’s door step.  With tender loving care he has recovered but is forever scarred by his battle.

He was allowed to recuperate in the shade corner and receive his food and water there.  His buddies started coming by for moral support and stayed for the free food.  No longer would they go out and graze with the other animals. No more digging for bugs or bathing in the pond; that was just too much work for their injured friend and therefore, too much for them as well.  After all they were shedding their hard earned feathers in the heat and couldn’t possibly be expected to survive out in the cruel world without their bosom buddy.

The bogus wounded when chased out of the barn will wait until we leave and sneak back into where the truly wounded reside.  They expend more energy in figuring ways back into the barn so they will not have to graze for food than if they just went to the field and ate with everyone else.

These Peking Ducks are so funny.  They remind me of a type of society… if I could only remember who. Oh well, it will come to me, it always does.

About eve culley

Children's Author, micro-farmer in the great state of Texas
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