Monday, May 26, 2008

Ducks Love Ravioli

I know. It's odd. I'm the first to admit it. But it's true. I swear.

And how do I know this obscure fact? Experience.

It's one of the joys of raising children; the multitude of experiences you must go through before all is said and done. There are the expected experiences like changing nappies, being spit up upon and loosing teeth. There are the exciting experiences like when your child first learns to ride a bike, the upsetting experiences of when your child gets hurt and the joyful experiences like the first ballet recital.

And then there are the bizarre experiences. Like when your child decides to feed his dinner to the ducks.

It was a warm afternoon today so I decided to leave the doors to the garden open while I fed my son his dinner. We very often have ducks in the garden and my he adores them. Although we're not meant to, occasionally we do give them bits of stale bread, mainly to assure they will continue to come around and amuse my wee man.

I promise I only looked away for a minute, but in that minute, in those sixty seconds, the damage was done. I looked over and saw my not-quite-2-year-old son at the door jabbering away very excitedly and beyond him, a duck wrestling with something pale and square. A few seconds ticked past before I realized we had gone far beyond the no feeding the ducks rule. Not only had we fed them, but we had fed them cheese ravioli.

I have no idea of the effect of cheese ravioli on ducks so my first thought was to try to retrieve the ravioli. The duck had other plans. He had his prize and was not keen on giving it up, despite his struggle to swallow it.

It then occured to me that if I could scare the duck, he would most likely drop the ravioli in exchange for his life. So I did what any person would do; I chased the duck around the garden at rather more than a jog, hoping to get him good and frightened. But my effort was in vain. The duck held on tight to that ravioli and I decided to give in before my remaining vestige of pride could be lost. I was defeated.

The duck, however, did eventually triumph over the ravioli and managed to swallow it. I can only assume he rather enjoyed it as while I'm typing this, I have an entire brace of ducks milling about my patio, chatting happily to one another. Waiting. Word must have spread about gourmet meals to be had at our house and it looks to be standing room only.

Imagine if the ravioli had had sauce...

10 comments:

Lazy Giraffe said...

Hehe, what a funny story! I love ducks :)

niftyknits said...

"I did what any person would do"


hmmm, you sure about that? ;-)

Deb said...

think you could have done worse. You could have fed a pony clingfilm. Though to be fair, i didn't feed it to him, he more in a tactical manoeuvre to gain food bit my nieces arm in the appropriate place to cause her to drop the remains of her sandwich. While the pony was clever enough to think this through, he wasn't that clever he didn't hoover up the damn clingfilm.

It was a valuable lesson though. She eats the crusts now.

Bek said...

what will these ducks ever do without him?

cloudhopping said...

What a great story! I have visons of ducks appearing with little napkins around their necks waiting for their gourmet tea!

nuvonova said...

Great story! .. and I take it you drew the duck and ravioli? Love the illustration!

Christine said...

Tee hee! I have a wonderful image of you chasing the duck around the garden in my head!

Callooh Callay said...

Wonderful story! I imagine the duck survived the ordeal, though he might have liked some red wine as a chaser.

La Pomme said...

Heehee, this got me giggling. Loved how you told this story. And you chasing the duck around must have been a YouTube moment!

BellWookie said...

oh goodness. the things that happen when you aren't looking straight at them or sometimes even then. poor ducks will be bereft when you move.