Quack! My name is Chikki. I am a duck (which means female).
I live in Hagley Park, Christchurch, New Zealand.
Date: 20/10/05, Thursday the 20th of October 2005, Time Unknown
Subject: The first entry
Hello. This is a blog/online journal. It's the first entry! Today I didn't
do much, just the usual ducky things. I went for a swim in the Avon River,
quacked to a few friends, ate some bread, spent 2/3 of my time preening, and
now I will go to bed. Good bye!
Date: 27/10/05, Thursday the 26th of October
Subject: ... a proper entry...(remember... some things here are fictious)
Well... as you know... I am a duck. Called Chikki. I am 1 year, 5 months and
2 weeks old. Let's say a duck can live for an average of 10 years. About 1.4
duck years = 10 human years. So... I'm about 14 years old. Here's a
kind of formula:
Humans live, on average, for 70 years.
Duck Maximum / (Human Maximum / 10) which = 10/7 which = 1.42 at two decimal
places.
Let's use a 6 month old duck as an example. 6 is half of a year so (1.42 * 0.5)
* 7
= 4.97.
THEREFORE... a 6 month old duck is almost 5 years old.
(Well, actually, that lifespan is probably for domestic ducks, as wild ducks
are more likely to be attacked by other animals... but let's just say that information
is correct)
However, there have been two Mallards who lived to 23 years and 5 months,
while the other survived until his 29th year and 1st month.
In just a few weeks, my age will change by months. How sad. For all blog purposes,
however, duck now live as long as humans.
That's enough for now...
but from now on, so I won't offend anyduck / anydrake, I will call ducks in general
waterfowl, even though that includes geese, swans etc.
Date: 31/10/05, Wednesday the 2nd of November
Subject: Worms...Mmmmm...
Today, my mother, father, two older brothers, one younger brother, one older sister and two younger sisters (older and younger by only a few days)
flew to visit our grandmother and grandfather at their worm farm in a small park near Bush Inn shopping centre. Worms are part of the basic waterfowl diet, so it's easy to make a living from farming worms.
They're remarkably fit for two old waterfowl. As soon as we got there, they immediately brought out a bowl of prize worms for us to eat! Mmm... Grandmother said she's
trying to breed a new type of worm that's cheap to feed yet grows large fast. We spent a day helping look after the worms but all too soon Father said it was time for the
long flight home. Ahh... we got some worms to eat on the way... and now my wings are very sore. Good night.
