I have the song “Ducks don’t need Satellites” (the Kate Miller-Heidke version) running through my head, thinking of the suicidal dusck family I saw crossing Adeleaide Avenue late yesterday afternoon. Just infront of The Lodge, two parent ducks, about to lead their gathering of ducklings out onto one of the main roads of Canberra. Like one of those parental murder-suicide plots?
Anyway. Ducks need to find slightly better places to cross the road. I know I know, maybe the lawns at Parliament House were looking particularly moist and nicer to be at than the Lodge, but the direct route is not always the best.
Other scary things on the road… Today I drove by an overturned car on the Parkway to Tuggeranong… with driver still inside and emergency crews arriving just as I crept past. Ugh.
But petrol’s cheap at the moment…. filled up for 120.5 cpl. Excellent since we’re heading to Newcastle on Friday for “the wedding”… but it might mean more of the crazies in general… *hides*