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!