Good one, especially for a Red Sox fan :)

"Duck!" Is my favorite Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy episode.

My parents raise chickens, and sometimes they've added ducks to the mix. One time, they had a wild animal get in to the pen and attack the flock...it tore the eye out of one of the ducks - pretty white duck, it was. My mom nursed the duck back to health, even to the point of bringing it up north with us for weekends at the cottage. He finally healed up - it was funny, because he'd walk sideways because he only had one eye on the side of his head - and we renames him Lucky. Lucky the Duck.

A few weeks later he got eaten by that raccoon.

There's always the brilliant Mythbusters quote while testing if ducks' quacks echo: "Quack, damn you!" - Jamie Hyneman

The biggest joke of all...

Howard the Duck.

A little Duck Dynasty, maybe?

I never thought anyone would ask!!!
I time tested and verifiable adage: You'll never find a duck, the duck always finds you.

Krellin, that was the saddest story I've ever heard. My condolences.

In Soviet Russia duck eats Peking chinaman.

@Mitchell - I've lots of sad animal stories, because we raise foster kittens and my parents raise foster kittens and puppies and we've had lots of different animals over the years...but with the sad comes lots of happy stories, too - particularly the story of raising unwanted, abandoned animals and finding them homes.

@Krellin: http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/226/080/Crying-meme.png

Krellin - we once rescued two wild bunnies forgotten by their mommy after the lawnmowers in our apartment complex at the time ran right over their rabbit hole and she took all she could and ran into the field with them. These two were the runts. One didn't last a day, but the other made it and was eventually eating fresh grass so we were able to release him to the wild. Both a sad and a happy story in one.

One of our best pets was a beagle who had been so abused we got her former owners arrested and rescued her. She lived to 15 and was such a sweet dog, although she was always nervous of me. The guy who abused her so bad was a big dude like me so I guess she's never quite got over it. As long as I was patient and gentle though, she would come lay on my lap and watch TV with me.

@Draug

How young were the rabbits? I caught a young wild rabbit when I was a child and it made the most horrific screaming noise I've ever heard. I didn't even know rabbits could make noises. Scared the shit out of me.

Oh, and they likely weren't forgotten. Rabbit mothers will push the runts out of the litter, even if there's no danger.

Two or three weeks old at most. And yes, they did make a squeal, well the one that loved did. The other just wouldn't take the liquid nutrient our vet have us. He told us he didn't expect it to love but that the other should and have us directions on how to rescue and release.

"Teaching a Bunny to Love" a children's book by Draugnar.

I nursed a baby mouse to health once. I'm pretty sure I cleared it out of a mouse trap a week later.

The Oregon Ducks underachieved this year.

WAY TO KILL THE CUTE FEELS, NUMBAT

Duck tastes better with orange sauce.

@abge - I may be a dirty old man, but I have an agape love for animals. No, agape is not a typo.

Draug, you killed my cat.

https://www.duckduckgo.com

Cats aren't animals. They are the 4 legged spawn of Satan.

@Draugnar, if you think Howard the Duck was bad, I'm guessing you've never come across Roboduck.
http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/43836/roboduck_medium.jpg

When faced with lava flowing toward you, remember to duck and cover.

I used to work on a farm.

One day I helped deliver a still born calf. I was instructed to bury it by the moo-tel, which I did. I dug a deep grave (and no I didn't conduct a prayer service or anything). Anyway about two weeks later the mother had rejoined the herd and I sent the dog down to the lower fields to bring them all up for milking. I sautered down to open the gate midway down. The mother was waiting at the head of the herd and ran past me, up the field and tried climbing over the fence and barbed wire to get to the grave of her calf. She torn herself badly. We had to dig up the calf and incinerate the remains.

I don't have any duck stories.

Never trust a duck. That is all.

A duck's quack doesn't echo. Myth or legend?

Or fact?....

http://mythbustersresults.com/episode8

Kinda surprised that no one has mentioned this duck yet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=375ENQbru8s

Must be a generation thing though.

In Minnesota they don't play duck duck goose, they play duck duck grey duck.

You can add that to "lots of vikings fans" and "coldest average temperature" to the ever growing list of why Minnesota sucks.

Hey YJ any chance at getting you to come down to Chicago in June for the F2F?

When I was in preschool, my school had a ton of pets, and they would give them to families to take care of over break. I really liked this rabbit, so my family offered to take care of it for the summer. One day, I was playing outside with my bunny and an eagle flew down and stole it. I never saw it again.

Anyway, on the topic of ducks:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k01DIVDJlY

We thought we were going to lose a dog to a badger one day, but our Dixie killed that mofo. He got a bit scratched up, but was alright in the end. I love dachshunds.

When I was in junior high we got a lamb from our "country" cousins because my parents thought it would be good for me to raise an animal and not lose touch with my family's farm roots (my mom was born on a farm), maybe join 4H, etc. We also had chickens that lived wild on the property line behind our house, and one of my brothers was supposed to raise ducks. One day when the lamb was a full-grown sheep, my brother came running in to tell us that the sheep had eaten a duckling. We told him that was impossible, but the next day or so, I was out watching the mother duck walking around with a line of ducklings behind her, and following right behind came my sheep with her nose to the ground. As I watched, she gobbled up the last duckling in one bite. So don't tell me that sheep aren't carnivorous, or at least omnivorous--I've seen it!

A duck walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, "Hey buddy. Got any grapes?" The bartender says, "Grapes? No, we don't have any grapes. This is a bar. Get lost, would ya?" The duck says, "Okay, thanks," and walks out.

Next day, same exact time, the duck walks into the bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, "Hey buddy. Got any grapes?" The bartender says, "Look, I told ya once, we don't have any grapes. Now get the hell out of my bar." The duck says, "Okay, thanks," and walks out.

Next day, same time, the duck walks into the bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, "Hey buddy. Got any grapes?" The bartender says, "Look, pal, I'm not repeating myself again. No grapes! You come in here asking for grapes again, and I'm gonna nail your bill to this bar!" The duck says, "Okay, thanks," and walks out.

Next day, same time, the duck walks into the bar, goes up to the bartender. "Hey buddy. You... uh... you got any nails?" Bartender looks under the bar, says, "Nails? No, why the hell would I have nails?" Duck says, "In that case, got any grapes?"

Then he waddled awaaaaay (waddle waddle)

I met a duck the other day. He was alright.

A man walked into a bar. His friend ducked.