Hi everyone. I post occasionally in the Trek movie forum and the original series forum, but I just had to share this on the internet somewhere and it doesn't fit in over there, really. (Even though I can totally see this happening to someone in TOS. McCoy seems the most likely victim, for some reason.)
I was taking my usual Sunday afternoon walk around a small lake on the nearby university campus today. There was a white duck in the path. Now there aren't a great number of ducks on campus, and this particular chap is often on the patch of ground in question. People pass by him all the time and he just ruffles his feathers a bit.
I strolled past as usual and he ruffled his feathers. However, he began to follow me. I was curious, and I thought he must be curious, so I paused for a moment. "Hi, baby. I'm not gonna mess with you," I promised the duck.
Oh, but he was going to mess with me!
He began to walk up to me with purpose and I knew things were going downhill. 'Do I run?' I thought idly, but it was too late. He beat his wings furiously as he pecked at my denim-clad leg over and over again (thank goodness I was wearing jeans so I didn't feel much).
"Hey, hey, cut that out!" I insisted, much in the same tone I use with my bothersome cat. He continued in his blunt-billed assault, however, and I shook my leg and tried to back away, not wanting to hurt him but quickly growing bemused with the situation.
Luckily, a male jogger came upon the scene. "Just kick him away," he called from afar, and I tried half-heartedly, but I didn't want to hurt the duck (despite the fact that the creature didn't have my best interest at heart). The jogger neared us and stomped as he ran toward the duck, finally scaring the ferocious beast away. "Vicious, aren't they," commented my nonchalant hero as he continued on his way.
"What the crap?" I inquired aloud of no one in particular, and then too hurried along, my feathered assailant watching me stonily from the leafy growth surrounding the water. "You better run," his beady eyes seemed to say.
I tried to call my husband to inform him how I barely escaped the harrowing situation with my life, but he didn't answer the phone. I was left alone with my thoughts of life and death and the circle that binds us all, human and fowl alike.
..............
Thank you, friends, for listening to my tale. I felt it must be shared with the world. Remember it next time you think it's a good idea to bring a bag of stale bread to a lake. Ducks are not always as cute and chipper as they seem.
I was taking my usual Sunday afternoon walk around a small lake on the nearby university campus today. There was a white duck in the path. Now there aren't a great number of ducks on campus, and this particular chap is often on the patch of ground in question. People pass by him all the time and he just ruffles his feathers a bit.
I strolled past as usual and he ruffled his feathers. However, he began to follow me. I was curious, and I thought he must be curious, so I paused for a moment. "Hi, baby. I'm not gonna mess with you," I promised the duck.
Oh, but he was going to mess with me!
He began to walk up to me with purpose and I knew things were going downhill. 'Do I run?' I thought idly, but it was too late. He beat his wings furiously as he pecked at my denim-clad leg over and over again (thank goodness I was wearing jeans so I didn't feel much).
"Hey, hey, cut that out!" I insisted, much in the same tone I use with my bothersome cat. He continued in his blunt-billed assault, however, and I shook my leg and tried to back away, not wanting to hurt him but quickly growing bemused with the situation.
Luckily, a male jogger came upon the scene. "Just kick him away," he called from afar, and I tried half-heartedly, but I didn't want to hurt the duck (despite the fact that the creature didn't have my best interest at heart). The jogger neared us and stomped as he ran toward the duck, finally scaring the ferocious beast away. "Vicious, aren't they," commented my nonchalant hero as he continued on his way.
"What the crap?" I inquired aloud of no one in particular, and then too hurried along, my feathered assailant watching me stonily from the leafy growth surrounding the water. "You better run," his beady eyes seemed to say.
I tried to call my husband to inform him how I barely escaped the harrowing situation with my life, but he didn't answer the phone. I was left alone with my thoughts of life and death and the circle that binds us all, human and fowl alike.
..............
Thank you, friends, for listening to my tale. I felt it must be shared with the world. Remember it next time you think it's a good idea to bring a bag of stale bread to a lake. Ducks are not always as cute and chipper as they seem.
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It might have mistaken you for food.
