#duck herding

[unpretty]

Having lurked your blog since like 2016, I am hard-pressed to think of things that are assumptions and not, like, stuff you’ve explicitly said at some point. But I guess I’d assume you have pillow princess tendencies and like the idea of someone else making the decisions and all you have to do is look pretty and get manhandled. You probably also have frogs you really like. Maybe even a top 20 list. You don’t have the intense version of auditory processing issues that sometimes come with ADHD. Your appetite for both sex and attention from people on the internet go through ups and downs. In a hypothetical fantasy world where nothing was unethical or required effort, you would own so many exotic pets.

i may or may not be having a disagreement in my replies about said tendencies 😔

i don't think i could rank them, there's a lot of good frogs out there with different excellent qualities

auditory processing is a mixed bag, i like to call it language processing issues instead because it seems like it also happens with sign language lmao

these are probably related :|

i want a saltwater tank SO BAD i cannot be trusted with it but i waaaaant it and also a sugar glider and alpacas and goats and fancy pigeons and quail and snakes and

[tropicnook]

For all you good girls/boys who are Herding dogs

Im not a therian myself or at least a dog therian but I felt you guys who are would like this

[tilbageidanmark]

Shepherding ducks is a thing

[coffeeghoulie]

psa: do not dump domesticated animals in the wild. you're an asshole if you do.

[hazard-and-friends]

sequence:

ducks outside

k'seil obsesses about ducks outside

k'seil abuses her potty bells to get to go bother the ducks (outside)

i put up a sheet of cardboard to block the back door (from which she watches the ducks)(outside)

she goes over to the other window to look at the ducks (outside)

she shoves the cardboard to the side to ring the potty bells to get to go bother the ducks (outside)

[fakeasmr]

yoooo animal planet has a show where they just show baby animals being cute??? how is this not the only thing on television

[vinylspinning]

Killing Floor: Killing Floor (1969)

One of my favorite areas of musical discovery in recent years has been the ever-so-exciting British blues scene of the late '60s and early '70s, so I was positively chuffed to discover this 55-year-old LP by South London savages Killing Floor.

Just look at all that unruly hair!

Starting in 1968, Bill Thorndycraft (vocals/harmonica) and Mick Clarke (lead guitar) played in a blues band called The Loop, but by the following year they had decided to make a fresh start with pianist Lou Martin, bassist Stuart McDonald, and drummer Bazz Smith.

Taking their name from the Chicago blues standard made famous by Howlin' Wolf, Killing Floor found an enthusiastic patron in London DJ, John Edward, who offered to manage them and helped secure a deal with music publisher Bob Kingston's Spark Records.

The band's self-titled debut was recorded in less than two weeks at Pye Studios, and their moniker was most certainly reflected in the frantic acts of raw violence like "Come Home Baby," "Forget It," and an instrument-wrecking interlude named simply "Wet."

Clarke, in particular, wielded his axe like a wild man, pushing his band mates dangerously close to hard rock on "People Change Your Mind" and "Nobody By My Side" (where sinister riff hypnosis verges on doom); but the fabulously named Thorndycraft was no slouch on harmonica, either, wailing his lungs out from front to back.

Mind you: though credited to the band, these songs were basically energized re-interpretations of the American blues masters' works, but then, this was also true of better-known Brit-Blues ensembles like Mayall's Bluesbreakers, Savoy Brown, Chicken Shack, etc.

Indeed, this LP's only "official" cover was similarly rough-and-tumble take on of Willie Dixon and Muddy Waters' "You Need Love," which got worked over by so many bands around this time (The Small Faces, Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, etc.), you'd think it was done by order of Her Fucking Majesty the Queen!

And after the album's release, Killing Floor got to work!

They opened for fellow Brits Jethro Tull, Chicken Shack, Ten Years After, The Herd, and, at London's Marquee Club, The Nice and Yes, but they also embarked on U.K. tours backing up American blues greats like Freddie King and Arthur 'Big Boy' Crudup.

Killing Floor returned to the studio in 1970 and emerged with the crassly named sophomore LP, Out of Uranus, and poor sales soon led to line-up instability and short-term replacements recruited from Juicy Lucy and Fuzzy Duck -- both REAL band names, by the way!

But by 1972, Killing Floor were no more, as the gifted Martin signed up for a long stint with Rory Gallagher, McDonald briefly joined Paul Rodgers' ill-fated Peace project, and the others pursued less successful endeavors before surprisingly reuniting in 2002.

p.s. -- This LP was issued with several different covers and, in Germany, it was renamed Original Killing Floor, but I'm partial to this pressing's blood-red, jail cell scenario, even if it's not exactly on point by definition.

More Classic Blues-Rock: Big Brother & The Holding Company’s Cheap Thrills, Blodwyn Pig’s Ahead Rings Out, Bloontz’s Bloontz, Blues Image’s Open, Cactus’ Cactus, Catfish Get Down, Chicken Shack’s Imagination Lady, Fleetwood Mac’s Then Play On, Foghat’s Foghat, Free’s Tons of Sobs, Frijid Pink’s Defrosted, Groundhogs’ Split, Juicy Lucy’s Juicy Lucy, Jukin’ Bone’s Whiskey Woman, Light of Darkness’s Light of Darkness, John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers’ Blues Breakers with Eric Clapton, Moby Grape’s Grape Jam, The Pretty Things’ The Pretty Things, Primevil’s Smokin’ Bats at Campton’s, Raven [U.S.]'s Raven, Savoy Brown’s Street Corner Talking, Spooky Tooth’s Spooky Two, Steamhammer’s Mountains, Stone the Crows' Stone the Crows, Ten Years After’s Ssssh, Johnny Winter’s Second Winter, Zephyr’s Zephyr, ZZ Top’s Rio Grande Mud.

[kolliekazoo]

Hello, yes, can I have that, please?

No more mister nice guy.

[uk3d]

Herding ducks sketch | Limited edition fine art print from an original drawing. My sketches start life as hand-drawn graphite images made on cartridge paper. I often work on these with charcoal, oil pastel or Caran d'Ache to create the look I'm after. The artwork is then scanned and finessed digitally ready for fine art printing. This process often referred to as Giclée printing uses the highest standard of printing methods to give gallery quality results that maintain all the details of the original sketch. The graphite pencils I use are Faber-Castel, the oil pastels are Sennelier and the china-graph is Caran d’Ache. The inks are pigment based archive quality (100years+). The heavyweight specialist papers I use are of the best professional quality having a wonderful surface designed specifically for fine art drawings and illustrations. Very limited editions with only ten per size printed. All artwork is signed and includes a certificate of authenticity. The A5 are 5.8" x 8.25" (14.8cm x 21cm) The A4 are 8.25" x 11.7" (21cm x 29.8cm) The A3 are 11.7" x 16.5" (29.8 cm x 42cm) The A2 are 16.5" x 23.4" (42 cm x 59.4cm) Frames not included in price. Free shipping on artwork to UK destinations. https://www.seanbriggs.co.uk/product/herding-ducks/?feed_id=2991&_unique_id=65df76720f25b

[zeawesomebirdie]

Ngl the fact that there are more than 270 contestants in the Snaffle Bit Futurity is wild to me

And that's just the state of the prelims at 13:00 - there's still several hours of prelims left!

[fadedblueglory]

I mean, they combined a living ball of cocaine with the physical embodiment of "I will herd the angels and God himself cannot stop me", I'm not surprised she utterly destroyed that course. What a Good Girl.

nimble, a border collie-papillon mix, wins the 12” class in the 2024 masters agility championship. the first time a mixed breed has won at westminster ever.

[abigailspinach]

[christmaswinter]

Bushy Park in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames is the second largest of London's Royal Parks, at 445 hectares (1,100 acres) in area, after Richmond Park.

The park, most of which is open to the public, is immediately north of Hampton Court Palace and Hampton Court Park and is a few minutes' walk from the west side of Kingston Bridge. It is surrounded by Teddington, Hampton, Hampton Hill and Hampton Wick and is mainly within the post towns of Hampton and Teddington, those of East Molesey and Kingston upon Thames taking the remainder.

In September 2014, most of it was designated a biological Site of Special Scientific Interest together with Hampton Court Park and Hampton Court Golf Course as Bushy Park and Home Park SSSI.The park is listed at Grade I on the Register of Historic Parks and Gardens.

The area now known as Bushy Park has been settled for at least the past 4,000 years: the earliest archaeological records that have been found on the site date back to the Bronze Age. There is also evidence that the area was used in the medieval period for agricultural purposes.

When Henry VIII took over Hampton Court Palace from Cardinal Thomas Wolsey in 1529, the King named three parks that make up modern-day Bushy Park and a small area beside: Hare Warren, Middle Park and Bushy Park. A keen hunter, he established them as deer-hunting grounds.

More on wikipedia and https://www.royalparks.org.uk/visit/parks/bushy-park

[foldingfittedsheets]

There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.

Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.

This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.

We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.

Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.

“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?

We nodded.

They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.

As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.

It did not.

Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.

Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.

My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.

We drove to the park.

We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.

Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.

After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.

We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.

The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.

[dog-breeds-in-posts]

from top-left to bottom-right:

German Shepherd

Clumber Spaniel

Newfoundland/Retriever (dunno what exactly, but this pup is too small and lithe to be a full Newfie and too fluffy to be full Retriever. Nova Scotia Duck Toller, perhaps? Weird cross tho)

Border Collie (may also have some terrier mixed in there)

Pomeranian

Borzoi

i know how to identify all of the barksies now.

[ryfkah]

now that my jury duty is over and i can legally talk about my jury duty, a short list of things that i have learned about jury duty:

when the judge wants to sidebar with the lawyers they turn on a static noise machine for the jury. this is very like the experience of being trapped inside a television

sometimes they load the entire court -- judge, lawyers, court reporters, jury, etc. -- onto a bus and take you all on a little field trip to see a crime scene. this is very like the experience of being in elementary school

when you are on a jury field trip you May Not share a seat, you May Not speak, and you May Not look at anything you have not been officially told you can look at. this is very like the experience of being trapped inside a point-and-click adventure except that instead of being limited in your investigation by the constraints of the game mechanics, you are instead limited in your investigation by the court officers herding you around like ducks with their long wooden Official Court Staffs

no matter how much an FBI agent may encourage the court to call him kevin, the court will not call him kevin