Friday, April 27, 2007

Winter Hat

Spring Fashion dictates the display of the greatest ever duck hat. The wings and feet serve as ear flaps. The bill is, of course, a sun visor. I you wear a hat like this and you see hunters, a good plan would be to DUCK!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Rod's Duck Farm Hard Hat

In the metal working industry, sometimes people become best friends after a fight. I don't subscribe to that method of gathering buddies. However, sometimes it is a good idea to be prepared. The hard hat is indispensable for reducing the shock of blunt weapons.
Another name for "the hammer fight" is "forging a friendship".
Quack, Quack!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

The Duck or the Egg

Big topic for today was
“Which comes first – the advertising copy or the product?”
…. Should you invent the product before you try to sell it,
Or should you try to sell it and then invent it?

I argued on the side of do the sales first …. If nobody wants
One, there’s not much sense in inventing it.

Vision always comes first, even though
Thomas Edison claimed invention to be a 3-part process:
1. Get the money
2. Find the need
3. Invent the invention

Getting the money requires some sort of plan, dream, or scheme - a vision that must be comunicated to the financiers.

…. Unless it is ducks. There always needs to be more duckological thought
……..regardless of what everybody wants!

Quack, Quack!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Disco Duck ... or Elvis

This animated/robotic duck dances to the tune "Disco Duck". This is an Adam & Amanda discovery & conservation project.
A disc is round ... the old 45 rpm records were round, donut shaped discs. They looked kind of like a numeral zero. In some kinds of ball games ... cricket, soccer .... getting skunked is called "getting a duck" ..... a score of zero is a duck.
When you ask someone, "Whater' ya up to ole buddy?" and they say, "Nuthin'."
You know by the buzzword "Nuthin'," that they are thinking about ducks.
Quack, Quack!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Nesting Duck

The brown, egg-shaped midsection of this duck reflects one use of "spiral technology". A flat, wooden oval has been spiral-cut with a scroll saw. This allows the center to telescope, forming a nest. This is a Dave & Cristina contribution to the Museum of Duckological Artifacts.
Dave explained that a duck is a score of zero. My dad liked ducks and zeros.
Here's the zero poem he wrote:

Ode To A Nothing
The symbol's a circle, or an ellipse by designsIt's allowed no powers and carries no signs.Some call it a zero, a cipher named aughtOthers say it's a nothing, just simply a naught.
It lay undetected for centuries of timeTill along came an Arab, with naught on his mind."This thing looks useful, it stands for my worth"He thought as he gave the zero it's birth.
A zero plus zero remains zero they sayAnd zero remains zero with zero taken away.A zero times zero, still it's zero againBut zero divided by zero is a cardinal sin.
What good is this zero if it changes things naughtAnd you can never divide by this strange little aught?But a one's just a one without it, but thenTack on one little zero and you have numeral ten.
It a zero's a naught, it's a nothing we're taughtIf it's an aught, it's all things we've sought.Ought zero be a naught if an aught we have wrought?Or if it is aught, has it all gone for naught?
And if that's not enough, well son-of-a gunZero factorial turnes out to be one.Oh, little zero, you've got me confusedJust how many ways can you be used?
A zero's a nothing, this I contendTo make you a one, there's a rule I must bend.If I put you to the power of naughtYou become a one, again this we are taught.
If a zero's a nothing, there can be naught lessBut there is says the banker, take another guess.For a zero check balance is common to seeTo go beyond that, in the minus you'll be.
From the zero comes numerals both smaller and greaterTo the heights of the zenith, or down to the nadir.If you start with an aught and go to the endYou'll be back at naught, that's where you began.
So, hail to king zero who reigns till this dayIt's your rules we follow, if we're ever to play.You've a right to be proud, you haughty aught.But oh, what a problem, you naughty naught.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Knife Holder

Mark Evans said this is a "distinguised" duck. Any ideas what the slots on the back are for?
They are the wrong size for coins. Seems like they would make knives dull.
Maybe it has something to do with PVC sheet and a side-loader waste bin? Surely someone has seen this duck in its professional capacity.
Maybe it a thankful duck?
Thank slot - when you rot, you rot!
Quack, Quack!

Monday, April 9, 2007

Radio Flyer

This duck is an AM/FM Radio. The on/off/volume is controlled by twisting his head. AM/FM is selected by toggling his wings. Twisting his tail changes channels. The duck is waterproof and floats. Thus he is a bath tub duck/radio bobbing duck for the Rod's Duck Farm cleansing station.
He won't fit in a coffee cup but provides hot tunes in a soup bowl. Sometimes he plays a feathery favorite - "Down Town".
Quack, Quack!

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Hitch Hiker

Rod's Duck Farm has a transportation subsidiary known as the Duck Truck. For pulling trailers, there is a trailer ball mounted to the rear bumper of the Duck Truck. This duck is a trailer ball cover .... according to the trailer folks. Of course you know that the main reason to have a trailer ball is to provide a mount for yet, another duck!

On another note ..... there's a beach boys tune .... there's a parody in progress....
"Wouldn't it be nice ..."
So far, it goes like this:
Wouldn't beans & rice go good together
Even if you ate ate them all month long ...

Or else it goes like this:
Wooden beans and rice .........

The rice part is important because ducks like to nest around rice fields.

Quack, Quack!

Monday, April 2, 2007

Ain't Gonna Reign Know Mower

This is a battery operated duck. When you pinch his tail, he bobs his head up and down, singing the tune "Ain't Gonna Rain No More"... "How in the heck can I wash my neck? It ain't gonna rain no more!"
There was a tune that was once popular about a little Robin, walking to Missouri because he couldn't afford to fly.
I wonder if the duck and the Robin were friends.
Quack, Quack!