"There's a loon in the lagoon."
That was the pronouncement made a couple of days ago, and when repeated today, I sent the young herald to the lagoon with the camera.
THERE'S A LOON IN THE LAGOON. It just rings Seussish or appeals to my anemic and basest [read: uncultured] appreciation of poetry.
But it wasn't a loon. And it wasn't alone. In fact, there were 6 blue winged teals paddling about. I'm happy for the wildlife identification foible, which brought me poetic pleasure, however erroneous were the reports.
I can understand a loon [read: crazy] in a lagoon, but a duck? Are ducks supposed to be crazy? Do they not know what a lagoon is?
Uhh-ckyy.
The lagoon has never before looked so lovely.
All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds. ~I Corinthians 15:39
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