When you’re a duck and have places to be, but safety is key
I literally saw a goose do a similar thing while I was on the highway going to work
Omg
They are learning
They’re German ducks, of course they’re waiting for the green light
please take this compilation of this man’s tiktoks of his ferrets and ducks
summertime animated movie from the human’s perspective
Steph taking Tim for a walk
Sound on!
A school of fish following a duck
third day of italian quarantine: everything is closed, everyone is at home and so... WILD BOARS ARE IN MY TOWN WITH THEIR BABIES!!!! i’m laughing so hard
Clear water in Venice’s canals.
Dolphins near Sardinian harbours.
Ducks in Rome’s fountains.
Nature can still heal if we give it a fucking chance to.
Un dimanche après-midi àl'Île de la Grande JatteSt. James Park
clandestine meetings, anyone? my attempt at recreating Georges Seurat’s Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte/A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. i tried my best but pointillism is so very hard to mimic.
When you realize it’s fucking cold out ~~~~
All those ducks were like ‘Nah man fuck the outdoors.’
Collective Noep.
I love them.
hc that aziraphale used to submit vague personal ads in the newspaper to plan rendezvous w crowley. the system worked pretty well, except for that time crowley accidently met up w someone who Was Most Assuredly Not Aziraphale
Crowley, sauntering into somewhere ready to mock Aziraphale for his latest personal ad “soft middle aged man seeks evening companion. serpentine and/or reptilian features a bonus. No questions asked. Women need not apply.” Because honestly Aziraphale even for you this one is *weird* and promptly turns and runs when he realized that oh no that was very much not Aziraphale.
Crowley also once responded to
“Angel will be feeding ducks at St James’ Park Monday 10am”
and he’s ready to give Aziraphale shit because that one is a bit too obvious but it turns out it’s a lovely old English woman named Angela who had a typo when she sent it to the newspaper and oh well since he was here anyway would he like to feed the ducks with her, her friend Peggy recently died and she’s just been looking for someone to feed the ducks with it used to be a regular outing for them and now she’s at such a loss- and my isn’t he a skinny one would he like a sandwich, she’s got one packed in her handbag and oh look don’t the ducks seem to like you, dear? Do you come here often?
Crowley takes the sandwich because she’s very adamant about it and even though she looks like a strong enough wind would hinder her movement, there’s something in her eyes that makes Crowley know better than to fight too hard. It’s ham and cheese on homemade bread with a good amount of butter.
She says her name is Angela but he can call her Angie. He says his name is Anthony and he’s had people call him Tony and he didn’t love it but nicknames are a human thing so he tells her she can call him Tony and she gives him a once over and says he doesn’t strike her as a Tony and Anthony will suit just fine, thanks.
And they feed the ducks and Angie natters on about her life and Crowley nods and makes the appropriate encouraging noises because she’s actually interesting to listen to and when the bread runs out she dusts off her hands and and smiles at him and thanks him so genuinely and sincerely that Crowley tells her he could meet her here again. If she liked.
And they on and off meet every now and then until one day he and Aziraphale are there and she comes up, calling him Anthony and handing him a sandwich because she’s always giving him something because honestly what do you EAT, Anthony? And Aziraphale is shocked to silence but the pair get on so well and Angie tells Aziraphale about the time Anthony tried to fight a swan that stole the bread bag right from her hand and the time he held out his hand to help her over a puddle and how she knitted him a scarf because he’s all bone and must get dreadful chill.
And then just when Crowley thinks it can’t get worse she reaches over and pats aziraphale’s perfectly manicured hand and says “and of course he’s told me so much about you, dear.” And he promptly decides he needs to be elsewhere.
“Aziraphale tossed a crust to a scruffy-looking drake, which caught it and sank immediately. The angel turned to Crowley. ‘really, my drear?’ he murmured. ‘Sorry,’ said Crowley. ‘I was forgetting myself.’ The duck bobbed angrily to the surface.” Enjoying the little things in the book that the mini series left out 🦆👀
