the ballad of pally o'malley.
James and I went to Centennial Park yesterday for a picnic of sorts. Took sandwiches and water but I mostly cared about the birds. Ducks, geese, pigeons. There was a mostly white, orange-faced duck just sitting on the wall on the edge of the lake. Friendliest little bugger. I learned quickly that it was good at catching bread in its beak. I went to eat a sandwich, and it followed me. Didn't bug me for my sandwich, didn't peck at me, just waited patiently for me to finish eating so I could feed it some more. It wandered off to get more bread from other people, but came back to me a couple more times. I could even hold a piece in front of him, and it'd take it without biting me. It eventually got full and went back to sitting on the wall.
After a few minutes though, a couple stupid fucking assholes and their kids (I think) walked by Pally (okay, yes, I gave it a name, but it's more of a nickname). Seriously, if you were to walk by a duck, just minding his (or her) own business, would the first thing YOU'D think to do is try to kick it into the water? Stupid son of bitch did just that. Pally didn't even look at the guy. Then the kids started pelting the bird w/ bread and trying to poke it. With that, Pally flew to the island in the middle of the lake.
James and I had to leave after that, because we were both wanting to push that guy into the lake. I could've thrown the kids in there, too, I was so mad.
I don't understand some fuckheads. A living creature, right in front of you, and your immediate reaction is "attack and belittle"? I'm not some hippy-dippy tree hugger type, but fuck! Some people shouldn't be allowed to interact w/ anything but their fucking tvs.
After a few minutes though, a couple stupid fucking assholes and their kids (I think) walked by Pally (okay, yes, I gave it a name, but it's more of a nickname). Seriously, if you were to walk by a duck, just minding his (or her) own business, would the first thing YOU'D think to do is try to kick it into the water? Stupid son of bitch did just that. Pally didn't even look at the guy. Then the kids started pelting the bird w/ bread and trying to poke it. With that, Pally flew to the island in the middle of the lake.
James and I had to leave after that, because we were both wanting to push that guy into the lake. I could've thrown the kids in there, too, I was so mad.
I don't understand some fuckheads. A living creature, right in front of you, and your immediate reaction is "attack and belittle"? I'm not some hippy-dippy tree hugger type, but fuck! Some people shouldn't be allowed to interact w/ anything but their fucking tvs.