With the window down I could hear the hunderds of them quacking away. When Canadian geese fly overhead their quacking invokes notions of nature, lakes, streams and the like for me. In this case all I could imagine was hoisin sauce.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Return of the Duck Truck
Followed the flying feathers again last night and came side-by-side with the Duck Truck. We got caught up in nearly-stopped traffic on the Long Island Expressway. Being after nightfall, I needed flash, so I rolled down my window to prevent glare and grabbed this.
With the window down I could hear the hunderds of them quacking away. When Canadian geese fly overhead their quacking invokes notions of nature, lakes, streams and the like for me. In this case all I could imagine was hoisin sauce.
With the window down I could hear the hunderds of them quacking away. When Canadian geese fly overhead their quacking invokes notions of nature, lakes, streams and the like for me. In this case all I could imagine was hoisin sauce.
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