Albo P Fossa • June 26th, 2016
Honk if you love freedom.
As we approach Independence Day, we should remember the freedom symbolized by a great national bird.
No, not the bald eagle. The duck. Freedom to be a duck, a whole duck, and nothing but a duck.
When in the flock, it becomes necessary for one bunch to dissolve the quacks which have connected them with another, it is their right, it is their duty, to grunt in all manner and paddle away.
Sometimes ducks get a bad rep. We speak of ducking an issue, as if it were a bad thing. Or we may duck for cover in a cowardly way. Or someone may not give a duck’s butt, as if this avian’s patootie were not of value.
They’re ridiculed in images of Donald Duck, Daffy Duck, and (gulp) a rubber duck. Water off a duck’s back? You tell me.
And the ultimate insult: ducks confused with geese. For shame! Remember the sage advice of James Whitcomb Riley.
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.
So on this Independence Day, sing the song and remember the words. “Be kind to your web-footed friends, for a duck may be somebody’s mother.”