Ducks Row
Being late and procrastinating sure have come up a lot lately… hmmm, I wonder why that is.
Judy gets credit for this toon. And by the way… Sooo love ducks! I just wanna hug them!
Being late and procrastinating sure have come up a lot lately… hmmm, I wonder why that is.
Judy gets credit for this toon. And by the way… Sooo love ducks! I just wanna hug them!
Perfect moment to dust off her organizer and wave it in her face, Ryan …
I never understood that saying. Ducks can be pretty nasty when you upset them, for e.g. by trying to arrange them in a row.
I can help here, Dave. While the etymology of the phrase is somewhat open – a mother duck getting her ducklings in a row; lining up the pins for bowling (thin bowling pins are called ducks), or lining up ducks at the carnival game – I have a nifty real-life experience with the phrase.
When I was about ten, my family lived for a couple years in McFarland, Wisconsin, and our front yard ended at the Yahara River. When winter came, Mom would pick up these huge bags of left-over bread from the bread factory and we would feed the ducks. Since the dock was down a short but steep hill, we fed them from the top of the yard. When the ducks in the river saw us come outside to feed them, they would swim over to a specific location on the bank and then come up the hill IN SINGLE FILE! They spread out only when they reached the top of the hill. Since there was anywhere between 50 and 200 ducks at each and every feeding, it was quite the site to see!
You just had to be careful when crossing that tiny path the ducks had made in the snow. After a couple days and hundreds of ducks walking on it, the packed down snow was slicker that an Zambonie’d hockey rink, and made even more so by the duck poop thoughtfully deposited. Step on that trail and it was a quick – and icky – ride down the hill and into the river. 😀
I love those ducks, bet Twinkie would too if he could get even more into Randie’s head. This adage makes me think of a funny ad from what I think was an insurance company about cowboys herding cats.
I also recall from physiology class and, uh, experimenting with ducklings that if the little guys (and gals) imprint on you as your children, they will follow you around in single file. Ducks, as well as pretty much most migrating birds, will form “V”s out of two single file lines when flying as a group. In both cases, there’s a head, leader duck to show the way, and I’m pretty sure Randie’s ducks realize that she’s not the leader type.
Ha! The duck going under the couch! That one made me laugh.
Grey… yes, we’ll presume that happened “off toon.”
Dave… Oh, I’ve seen me some angry ducks, myself (companion to that other “Angry fowl” game).
Pete… Yah… stay off duck trails! I have a fond memory of ducks from my childhood. My parents used to take me to the duck pond (which was really a cement pool situation) at Sequoia Park in Eureka (where I lived as a little girl-person). We’d feed the ducks with old bread and I would marvel at the little buggers. I’ve had a soft spot for them ever since… sadly, I do have a TASTE for duck as well… but ducky meat is very fatty… so it’s a once in a while thing.
stick… yes! could you see Twinkie having at it!? Oh, the fun he’d have.
Jack… glad you liked that! It was fun to draw.
Wow…thanks for the shout out, Brig! Love dem ducks!
Like the Peabody Hotel, but more disordered.
Hrm … 630am CDT, that’s 430am SDT (Squiddie Daylight-savings Time) – update broke? Ah well – check back in later when Brig’s had time to get coffee. 😀
Wolf… Art immitates life. And, life immitates art.
My guess is that Friday’s comic is a little slow getting posted because Brig decided it was time for a duck dinner. A HUGE duck dinner, and she became sluggish and unresponsive despite repeated proddings and encouragements.
I’m sure it will be up soon, though there are certainly going to be fewer ducks in the strip, they having been eaten. 😉