Quack
So I know that my ice age entry from a few days ago is pretty shady science, but on a “misinterpreting short term chaos for long term trends” line of thinking, it's really something to see it still pouring snow here at the end of March. I mean, I know that when I was a kid it started snowing on Halloween, and would generally be warm enough for my brother and his friends to stomp through the swamp at the end April for his birthday, so I shouldn't be surprised at this length of winter, but it seems like that's a thing of the past. Nice to see it isn't.
I have really fond memories of growing up in the country… We had a big farm on the lake with springs, marshland, forests, and fields, and my brother and I had relatively free reign to explore. I regret Nefarious not having that, but at the same time, playing with the ducks at the park is pretty fun.
We saw an unpleasant reality of life being illustrated this evening when we watched this duck, which had a broken foot, hop around sadly as other ducks continuously ran up to it and bit it… Even ducks have an instinct to kill off the weak I suppose.
Which reminds me… I have
another duck to post…
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