Isn't that the truth? One couldn't invent anything more perfect than the breast feather of a duck.
Kerry - Indeed. The sweet, mottled, dappled perfection! I especially love the rufous colouration and the white edges.
If that duck is trying to stick its beak where I think it is trying to stick it, it is unlikely to find beauty in that particular unexpected place!...But I guess your focus was actually on the beautiful wing feathers.
YP, do you mean you don't find it beautiful that it is gathering the unique oils from its uropygial gland near its tail and anointing its feathers into order to waterproof them?Well, I think that's sad.And it being Christmas too. Why, the anointing bit is almost biblical!
Happy Xmas Katherine, Have a great time
Uropygial Glands? Isn't that a heavy metal band from Whangamata? You can't blind me with science Katherine!
so, it a duck?G-D! gotta get out more often.we thought that it was a goose. waddooweenoh . . . anyhoo, gotsta go now,yer duck's makin' us hungry.:-)c'ya soon,and please,keep on bloggin'...ero
Thanks David, hope yours was good too.Sounds like you'll be in Whangamata for New Year's Eve will you YP? I'm not into those bands myself. I can just see you in the Mosh pit.Hiya Sunny! Yes, it's a duck, all the way from its bill down to its uropygial gland :o)
The duck I really like the look of is the Southern Blue Mountain Duck (I think thats what its called) anyway its my kind of duck. This ducks colouring is unusual as you don't usually see anything around other than Mallards
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