The bill is gone

I have the Walking Duck Blues, as I haven’t seen my lovely pair of canards in three days.  Still, twice a day I walk to the pond with mealworms and corn, hoping they’ll be there. The weather is cold, and they’re doing construction on the sidewalk nearby, so they may have been spooked.

When I whistled for them this morning, I got a response, but a chitter, not a quack. Yes, one of my squirrels (I feed them, too), was right above my head, hoping for a handout (they get peanuts and black oil sunflower seeds).

Meet Illinois Fats. As you see, he’s in good nick:


  1. Liz
    Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:11 pm | Permalink

    He sort of looks like a kea up in the tree like that. A little bit.

  2. Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:18 pm | Permalink

    Contributing to the obesity epidemic, eh, Professor? 😉

  3. Ken Kukec
    Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:26 pm | Permalink

    “Walking Duck Blues” — that like the “Diving Duck Blues” of Mistah Taj Mahal?

    • Ken Kukec
      Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:34 pm | Permalink

      Here’s Taj with Keb’ Mo’ performing it live.

      • Randall Schenck
        Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:43 pm | Permalink

        Very good. If the river was whiskey…

  4. Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:37 pm | Permalink

    Awww… your beauties will be back, PCC(E). They’re smart and know there’s a storm too close for comfort.

    • GBJames
      Posted March 21, 2018 at 5:06 pm | Permalink


      • Posted March 21, 2018 at 5:18 pm | Permalink

        I guess Chicago is getting a pass, so far, unlike NY et al.

  5. Taskin
    Posted March 21, 2018 at 4:47 pm | Permalink

    Very cute pic!

  6. Diana MacPherson
    Posted March 21, 2018 at 7:52 pm | Permalink

    Maybe Illinois Fats is a preggars lady.

  7. BJ
    Posted March 21, 2018 at 8:41 pm | Permalink

    I wish I had just a sliver of artistic talent so I could paint a picture of a forlorn man from behind, set against a dusky sky, a bag of mealworms hanging from his hand, an empty pond in front of him, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his woe…

    And I would call it When Ducks Cry.

    Don’t worry, Jerry. Spring is coming, and new ducks with it. You will make new ducky friends.

  8. Posted March 22, 2018 at 6:33 am | Permalink

    Just read Darwin Comes to Town by Menno Schilthuizen – very good – & from that learnt that urban squirrels are more attentive to tail flicks than rural cousins as the urban environment is so noisy that chittering is less effective as a warning of danger.

  9. gravelinspector-Aidan
    Posted March 23, 2018 at 1:50 pm | Permalink

    Meet Illinois Fats.

    I’d wear a hard hat under those trees in future! That’s one chubby chappy!

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