Sunday, January 2, 2011

Birds on the Lake

Our Weekend Memoirs

Scenic Sunday

The birds were having fun on our backyard lake this morning but when they saw me coming towards them to take their pictures, they started swimming away towards the other side of the lake. These furry creatures must be camera-shy.

"Little brown duck on the northern lake
Where is your mother, it's getting late."

"When I see a bird that walks like a duck
and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck,
I call that bird a duck."

Five little ducks paddling to shore,
One paddled away, then there were four."

"They jump in the water
And bob up and down.
Quack, quack, quack
They swim all around."

"Be like a duck. Calm on the surface,
but always paddling like the dickens underneath."

"When they want to take a swim,
All they do is dive right in."

"It is not only fine feathers
that make fine birds."

"Paddle little ducks,
Paddle, paddle all day;
Paddle little ducks,
Paddle, paddle away."

"What kind of bird are you, if you can't fly?", said he.
To this the duck replied,
"What kind of bird are you if you can't swim?"
and dived into the pond.

"Why do birds sing in the morning?
It's the triumphant shout:
We got through another night!"

"The reason why birds can fly and we can't
is simply that they have perfect faith,
for to have faith is to have wings."

"Don't quack like a duck,
soar like an eagle."

1 comment:

Arlene said...

your photos and words remind me of the kiddie songs in the Sabbath school.

thanks for playing along, Rai and happy new year!

i hope you had a blast during the holidays.


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