Birds of a different feather
Walking through Riverfront Park alone on a chilly morning seems like the perfect occasion for some poetic reverie about life, the seasons and prospects for the future.
But what I found myself thinking, not for the first time, was this.
Those ducks at the park sound to me just like Burgess Meredith as The Penguin in that old TV version of "Batman."
It's a good bet that they aren't really trying to quack like one of the Caped Crusader's arch-enemies. But they still make me smile.
And who really knows when ducks are trying to be funny?
