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I am rather familiar with ANU ducks. My office happens to lie between Sullie's Creek and a rather verdant and sheltered quadrangle that, out of term time at least, is a duck favourite. I often see a line of ducks taking a sunset waddle back towards the creek, carefully skirting the Union bar - real ducks mind you, not the pea-sized water hens that have overrun most of the campus. It's delightful and inspiring and deeply calming for a troubled soul.
I have no intention of allowing these delightful creatures to be kidnapped for sexual experimentation by a bunch of geologists, who, in my experience, are even worse than foresters. I can imagine these innocent cweatures (the ducks, not the geologists) being roasted on a purple mountain of KMn04 and glycerine in the Union court while bacchanalic rock bangers flash them animal porn pinups from a Powerpoint slide show. Come to think of it, this strikes a chord. Bush Week '03? Or was that the Young Liberal Lawyers?
You got to play with larva?! WAY KOOOOL!
John
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