Ducks Are Awesome

my hair has been wet since 1pm. who knew that a shower would lead to nature's shower? it figures, as soon as i lose my umbrella, boston rains on me. i love the rain and prefer being wet than being frozen. really, miss mother nature, i was looking for light showers not pouring rain.

mallards are notorious rapists. the things you learn. now, you ask what prompted me to look up the mating habits of ducks. well, on my walk back home from 3 hours of shopping -- where i managed to buy everything but what i was looking for. do nice dresses even exist anymore? i walked through the Gardens where i witnessed 6 male mallards chasing one female. she had an obvious male she was attached to and he kept quacking at the other ducks like:

"HEY BITCHES, she's mine." but then he would sorta let one get close to her and than quack him away. she seemed confused. i suppose when that many males i would feel the same way. seriously, do they have different personalities? how can she tell which one she wants? i wonder if she sneaks a peek at the package. ducks don't wear clothes. hmm. all these things to consider when looking for the perfect one. surely, she must have a method. they all seemed to be paired off in the Duck Pond, but i've also noticed that the females tend not to let the male too close to them. maybe us humans can take some lessons from the duck. obviously, the rape part is not one of the tactics i would suggest.

i miss my duck. 
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