BANANA DUCK
Banana Duck arrived Christmas 2008 as a replacement for Little Duck. The story is a little more complicated than that but what counts is the end result and the end result was that Little Duck went home and I have Banana Duck in my life beccause a girl with ducks must have a yellow one.
Banana Duck is cool. He is quite happy hanging out and being one of the newcomers. He is completely stress free and therefore not hyperactive as Blue Duck and Bell Duck and not gung ho as Travel Duck. He simply is. A lot like Big Duck really without the responsibilty of being the washing machine alert. It must be great to be yellow all over.
GORGEOUS DUCK
And presenting Gorgeous Duck. Gorgeous is the latest addition to the family. She came into my life for my birthday this year, August 2009, given to me by my youngest sister. A parcel arrived from my youngest sister two weeks earlier than my birthday. Inside were some items that have been going to be sent to me since early March and three very gorgeuosly wrapped presents. Those three presents had to then sit around for two weeks before I could open them!!!!
One present was a small box wrapped in purple tissue paper (I love purple)with a red and white striped ribbon. I guessed this was a duck but the suspense of which duck it was sometimes overcame me and I would find myself picking up the box and trying to guess. That stern look that our youngest sister can give and the tut tutting always won out and I would put the present back down.
Why Gorgeous Duck? Because I can often be found saying 'gorgeous' as an exclamation, when I am excited about something, when something is beautiful - a lot really.
Gorgeous Duck is an added bonus to the family as she is the first female. Some sanity at last! Okay, I know, questionable. Are females sane? Let's say we have our own particular form of sanity. And this female (me) really has her own form of sanity. I'm writing this am I not?
Another bonus is that the ducks give more of an appearance of listening to me now! Okay, okay, I can hear one of the Darwin girlfriends saying, 'Cheryl, they are rubber!' Totally beside the point. I would like them to listen to me when I come home from work and download, so I pretend that they do. Having a female amongst them gives more of an appearance that they are listening. So all is good.
And look at Gorgeous Duck, she is really gorgeous.
KEYRING DUCK
I nearly forgot about Keyring Duck, possibly because he doesn't live in the bathroom but on my keyring, which is either in my handbag, in the bowl next to the front door or in the car when I am driving. Keyring Duck was found in Aarchen, Germany on my second last day of the Europe trip 2008. Small, portable, useful and always around, he had to be bought.
A few weeks later, back in Darwin, I was in the shop that Big Duck came from. I know the then-owner and we started talking about Big Duck as she remembered my sister buying him for me three years previously. I showed her Keyring Duck and told her about finding him in Germany. She pointed to a box further along the counter and, yes, they are also in Darwin (I can't say 'replace him' as that may hurt his feelings). If Keyring Duck ever disappears I know where to find him again. He has come apart from my keys on a few occassions but so far he hasn't been very far away and he is put back fairly quickly.
If you press the sides of Keyring Duck he emits a blue light which is enough to allow you to find the keyhole in the front door if you have forgotten to turn on the outside light. Or any keyhole really. He also quacks quite loudly at the same time. That's not quite so gorgeous at 1 am in the morning when the keyhole keeps moving whenever you try to insert the key in it. Of course this has never happened to me, it's only hearsay and an assumption of what could happen to someone else.
And so these are the ducks in my life to this point. Everyone has been introduced. I am looking forward to what happens next in this blog. What do the ducks have planned or maybe they will occasionally let me have a chat? We'll see.
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