Why ‘Chasing Ducks’?

Chasing Ducks? Ducks?? Why Ducks???

My daughter asked me when I was purchasing the domain.

Chasing Ducks? Ducks?? Why Ducks???

The husband asked while I was working on the site appearance.

Chasing Ducks? Ducks?? Why Ducks???

Finally my father asked when I shared my first draft with him.

Urban Dictionary describes the word ‘duck‘ as

A gullible or easily fooled person; an easy target for any kind of trickery.

Some examples:
– Someone who is an easy target for police
– Someone easily robbed or jacked
– Someone who won’t retaliate or defend themselves
– Someone who is easy to con or run game on
– Someone who is fake

Originates from the act of duck hunting – the duck is easily hunted and taken out by the hunter.

Yes. I love ducks. And I love chasing them, running around the lakes and ponds. I guess my love for ducks can be attribute first to Walt Disney’s Duck Tales. And then to the varieties of ducks that I have been clicking at the nearby bird sanctuaries.

But still…Ducks?

Have you seen ducks?

Have you seen them stay afloat on the water?

How calm and still they look! But right underneath that stable, smooth and calm body above water are a pair of webbed feet that are paddling constantly like hell to stay afloat.

And then there were these quotes too:

Duck in Water
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“If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck’s back.“ ~ Ellen Swallow Richards

“There are no makeovers in my books. The ugly duckling does not become a beautiful swan. She becomes a confident duck able to take charge of her own life and problems.” ~ Maeve Binchy

I feel my life since the past few years is exactly like ducks. There’s been so much happening. So much chaos. So much pain. Yet I am thankful that there are blessings too. And these blessings help me remain calm on the outer side. There are times when I feel that I can’t take it any more, but then I do compose myself and rise up again.

As Maya Angelou said,

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Thank you for stopping by and spending your precious time with me. Hope you enjoy your time here and drop by again.