being kind to my fine feathered freinds

Meet Huey, Dewey, Louie, Stuey, and Pooey (because if there's one thing ducks do exceptionally well, it's pooey). I saw these little scamps tramping down the road in heavy traffic yesterday, so I pulled my motorcycle over, walked back, stuffed them into my jacket, and brought them home.

I guess that means it's not just hair I'll be growing this summer, Dodge Gambit! I know just how it'll be, too: the wild world's gonna hear about this, and suddenly there'll be an influx of damaged and abandoned creatures showing up at my doorstep and then it'll be nothing but work, work, work all the time. Curse my cursed weakness!


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