PANTS ON THE GROUND, PANTS ON THE GROUND

I'm not sure why Pants on the Ground goes with this entry. Before I'm finished I'll try to find an application.

For you see, today's On The QT is about ducks. Two days ago I spied them. A male and female looking at a penguin. Explanation obviously needed.

The penguin sitting on a plastic sheet of snow adds chlorine to our pool. He may be about 9 inches tall. He floats around and goes wherever wind and water take him.

From time to time we've had ducks and their babies light in our pool. A stop on their way to bigger and better water areas and nearby ponds or small lakes. We spent the better part of an hour one Sunday afternoon getting eight baby ducks ( I know, the word for them is duckling, but that word alone conjures up a preceding ugly adjective). They weren't ugly, just bothersome. We'd scoop them out and they'd run back in. Mother duck had split. We finally got them out and since that day, we had been the way I like it--duckless. (I could have said out-of-duck).

Until a few days ago. These ducks were staring at the penguin in the pool. I don't know if they thought him food or family. I laughed and clapped my hands shooing them skyward.

Nothing looks more peaceful than ducks on the pond or in the pool, I guess. Oh, I know that's not right. Babies sleeping, church, make that traditional hymns, a cascading waterfall, wheat stalks in a Kansas farm field, pants on the ground, a multi-colored sunset with rays like fingers... Ok, the pants on the ground couldn't be hidden or worked in anywhere.