Friday, 19 November 2010
More cliche moments - The Lucky Duck
It's dark, and of course the torch has no battery power, so G-Man has to go out and check it out night blind. He's got a stick, and pokes it into the mouth of the duck house and can feel that at the end of the stick there is something a lot heavier than a duck in there, and so man handles the cage up and over them to reveal - yes, you guessed it - Satan (or one of his minions) wrapped around one of the young males.
"Lazy prick! Get your own dinner!" rolls off Geoff's tongue as the snake unwinds himself from what looks like a dead duck, but as Satan slithers off, miraculously, the duck wiggles its toes and quite audibly inhales. It takes a moment, but he's recovering, breath by breath. The snake must have only just taken hold of him when Geoff went out to investigate the noise. It didn't even bite - just went the strangle.
These are, by now, the most expensive ducks ever raised if you take into account their accommodation, time involved in setting up their pond (old bath) and the tons of chicken starter they consume and strew all over the place for the bush turkeys to hoover up in their wake. They will be dinner for US - not some bloody freeloading snake whose job it is to hunt rats and mice, not take the easy option of sitting ducks.
Hard to tell the extent of the post traumatic stress disorder you'd have if a snake wound itself around you and tried to crush the living bejesus out of you. He looks fairly cool with it all. Unscathed really. I imagine that what you can't see can't hurt you. He's one lucky duck.
It did happen to a friend up here. Satan had climbed into bed with her and was starting to wind around her, getting a handle on whether or not she was dinner sized. Her partner, a photographer, was torn - to leap for the camera, or to her aid. He chose to help her off with the snake but man, what a photo it would have been! Wish I'd had a camera handy last night.