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Monday, 5 December 2011
Duck mating is an arms race
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TMI. Way TMI. But I have a sudden urge to go to the local Chinese restaurant for some reason.
ReplyDeleteI'd need brain bleach after that, except that as a kid, I helped my parents raise Muscovy ducks on our farm, in addition to chickens.
ReplyDeleteIf ducks are Conanesque barbarians, Muscovies are the species' freaking Terminators. They are big, strong, smelly, and about as good-tempered as as an elephant in musth- even when it's not "that time of year". (Chickens aren't exactly cute either, but that, as Conan's chronicler said, is another story.)
I've seen a full-grown German Shepherd run for it after being "flopped" by a Muscovy drake, and then he chased the dog and got nasty. You can just about imagine their reaction to an undersized six-year-old kid, even though I was the one who fed them.
Put it this way; to me, roast duck carries the same feeling of balance as shark steak served under the name "Skindiver's Revenge". No PETA member can ever make me feel guilty about eating duck, or chicken. I know both birds entirely too well.
cheers
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