Hinemoa and Cheryl were new in town. Two young girls with time on their hands. Both were outcasts of a type. Cheryl because of her unusual colouring and Hinemoa because of being half caste - half mallard and half pāteke. Neither had managed to find a suitable drake, and so they had each other for companionship.
They had moved into a new area recently, and things were good. There were a few cats in the area, but the were not prepared to attack two ducks. There were no dogs, and the locals didn't seem to mind them being there.
There was also a bonus - occasional free food. One of the humans that lived in the area often turned up and threw out bread. Today he was doing it again. However there was one problem, he didn't throw it very far away.
It was just a bit to scary to get the food. What were his intentions? Was he meaning good or evil? Was he wanting to capture them, eat them, or just feed them. Cheryl was a little more daring than Hinemoa, but both of them felt quite intimidated.
However, as long as he sat still, there was much less danger, so they moved in and took some of the close bread. But one movement, and they were off.
Finally he stood up and left, and they were able to come in and finish the bread.
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you
A whole piece of bread sitting on the lawn.
Two ducks looking at me wanting food.
They are not the smartest ducks in the world these two.
I had just finished making a tui feeder by hollowing out a piece of wood with a hammer and chisel, and I had left a lot of wood chips on the lawn. The ducks had turned up, noticed the wood chips, investigated, discovered they were not food, and accordingly decided to sit on the lawn and quack. Loudly.
I wanted to watch them enjoying the food, and I wanted them to know that I was responsible for them getting food. I tried calling them over, but they have not quite learned my voice, so they just looked at me and continued quacking.
I only had one option left to show them where the food was: fear. I walked around behind them, and they started to move away, looking at me nervously. It only took about 10 seconds to manoeuver them towards the bread.
It took a little fear, but I managed to get them to where the bread was.
Two ducks looking at me wanting food.
They are not the smartest ducks in the world these two.
I had just finished making a tui feeder by hollowing out a piece of wood with a hammer and chisel, and I had left a lot of wood chips on the lawn. The ducks had turned up, noticed the wood chips, investigated, discovered they were not food, and accordingly decided to sit on the lawn and quack. Loudly.
I wanted to watch them enjoying the food, and I wanted them to know that I was responsible for them getting food. I tried calling them over, but they have not quite learned my voice, so they just looked at me and continued quacking.
I only had one option left to show them where the food was: fear. I walked around behind them, and they started to move away, looking at me nervously. It only took about 10 seconds to manoeuver them towards the bread.
It took a little fear, but I managed to get them to where the bread was.
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