ode to ducks.

it all started innocently enough; my passion for ducks.
heck, maybe i'm just a sucker for birds...but we'll save the pigeon story(ies?) for another day.
anyway.
ducks.

once upon a time, i was translating a blog at work.
i had to tie in a soap commercial about ducks, to the phrase "baignade interdite"(translation: swimming prohibited.)

one thing lead to another, and before i knew it, i had come up with this incredibly cheesy motivational blog post. my favorite phrase, by far was : "maintenant je dis 'baignade interdite!' et je le dis pour les canards."
translation: now i say 'swimming prohibited!' and i say it for the ducks.
woah. can. you. feel. the motivation?
take a moment. let it sink in.

translating that blog was a pretty big moment for me. you could even say: it changed me.
since that day, i have credited many random verbalizations to the ducks. it just feels good.

so you can imagine the excitement i felt upon realizing that: ducks basically rule byu campus. 
no, really. i dont know where all of these little dudes come from, but they. are. everywhere.
and i love them. (also i'm a little bit scared of them. because: they can beak you.)

[beak: \ˈbēk\ verb.
when a bird uses its beak to attack you.]

anyway. they bring me so much unexpected joy as i stroll around campus, that i feel that it would be ungrateful of me if i didn't publicly honor les petits canards.
alors,

ode to ducks.

eh, bonjour monsieur canard!
i love you!
(please don't beak me.)

i love the way you waddle around,
just waiting for someone to throw you some food.

i love that when my french class goes outside,
you decide to join us. just because you can.
do you care about your education?
or did the bag of skittles draw you in?

i love the way you 
quack
   quack
      quack.
try as i might, i can never do the sound justice.
(and i do try.)

thank you for not having giant teeth.
it makes the risk of being beaked much less prominent.
(but it's still a valid fear, so please keep your distance.)

little duck, i dont know where you come from.
but you definitely make campus a better place.
also, i bet you never even have a problem following the honor code.
(but beaking someone would probably count as breaking the honor code...so.)

oh to be a duck,
and mindlessly waddle around campus,
no homework, no cares...
just being fed random scraps of food.
waddlewaddle. yum. waddle.
      waddle.

petit canard,
you are so funny. 
pour toi, je dis toujours:
baignade interdite. 

so you just keep on waddling, little duck.
and i'll see you when i get out of class.

and now, undoubtedly the best part of this post...

i present to you....

random duck sightings. 

**partial photo cred to katie. thanks, cupcake.

okay. 
sorry for the randomness...
but actually not sorry...
i did it for the ducks, you know. 

....bedtime for kailey.
night, cutie pies.
<3