I didn’t mean to, and technically I didn’t really do it anyway. I mean, I didn’t even touch the duck. Neither did Malcom (the dog we’re dog-sitting). Honestly, I don’t think Malcom even saw the duck until it was in the process of being killed. We’re innocent.

So what really happened? We were just walking by, and the duck was munching around in the puddles in the park, oblivious to the traffic to his left and the bike/walking path to his right. All of a sudden, I look up to see the duck taking flight, alarmed by the presence of a person and an 85-pound golden retriever, and out of the corner of my eye, a minivan comes along at the legal speedlimit of 35 mph and creams the poor thing. He didn’t get caught under the tires or anything, but he took a windshield to the head and a side mirror to the neck. I’m pretty sure his neck was broken. Lying on his back, he had a final flurry of his orange webbed feet before… silence.

I am sorry for the lost duck, but he really shouldn’t play so close to the street in the first place. I mean, what does he think is going to happen?

Terry Jones, of Monty Python fame, has an oddly familiar plan to get rid of his rogue neighbors.

My Lomo has come! If you recall, the original one I got in my Royale Box was broken (the light meter didn’t work). Finally, they have sent back a replacement, over a month later. They said they had to wait for a new shipment of Lomos to come before they could send mine to me, and apparently it finally got there, so it could finally get here. Whatever. I’ve got it now. Now I have to go get my film and reload!