Katy and I went to a BBQ last night at a coworker's place in North Cambridge. Surrounded by chickens and horses, we ate hogfat and Russian Cornish pasties. All in good fun. We ended up home rather late and it was hard getting out of bed this morning.
While dragging my feet to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee, I ran across my favourite fowl couple, Grace and Clarckson. In the cafeteria.
Apparently, it's quite common to see ducks wander in in the summertime, pick at the crumbs on the floor and waddle out.
Sa-weet!
So cute!
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I don't know why, but it always makes my day when I run across those two :)
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All I can say is that you live in a really cool place :)
I'm waiting to see how you next “canard à l'orenge” is gonna make you feel:P
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I had duck a few weeks ago. Quite nice, actually.
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Soooooo… When you stumble upon Grace and Clarckson, have you ever wonder how they taste???
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not really, no. I know exactly how they'd taste but they're cuter alive and I can get all the duck I want at Tesco.
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Your cold :)
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nah, just practical :)
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