Zombie Ducks

Once again, Luna and I are trekking around the pond at our neighborhood park, and this group of ducks start hissing and warbling and running toward us…In the semi-darkness of predawn Irving, they don’t look like they have all their feathers…could be the late-hatched babies…could be zombies…I am not sticking around to find out.

I asked a passing couple about the strange duck behavior (I mean, most waterfowl instinctively shy away from my half-huskie pup), and they reported that there is a lady who walks her dog and feeds the ducks cat food. So they are addicted to whatever is in that mess and think that I am the dealer.

I wonder if there is a metaphor in there about Life, the Universe, and Everything.

I think it is a little sad.