Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Mixed Doubles Ayay and Janie. Something is always going on at Freedom Park!

We were walking through the park and just caught the finals of the MCTC's. Mixed Couple Triple Classics the b-mail didn't get to me. I just happened to get there, in time for the finals. There had been loads of couples entered over the weeks, but the Easter finals are held at Freedom Park and Each duck couple has to complete a simultaneous landing on the water, with some sort of decorative choreography. The cardinals seemed to host the event and as I was walking, I was aware of the silence as each couple prepared their routine. They were practiced, synchronized and ready for the event. The thrill of the competition. It is evident that ducks have feminine choreographers. I couldn't tell, if the males, just do this to entertain the females or if henpecked was a part of their species.
They were certainly henpecked, both husbands. They would perform their part or else! Ayay and her husband went first and perform a flawless routine and landed nearly silently on the pond with perfect v ripples directly behind them. (Points are deducted for squawks or peeps or swirls instead of ripples on the water.) I can't decifer the grading system. I only know that Ayay, got a perfect score.
Then, it was Janie's turn. I was admiring the humility of Ayay and her husband when Janie and her hubbie started their decent. I heard a slight peep as a fly flew right up her nose as she was looking at her husband and plotting their course.
I always admire how the birds synchronize. They are often giving me a talking to about why I and my husband can't ever seem to synchronize and get to the same place at the same time. I thought, initially that they were just teasing me about what is our usual interaction.
It was a competition.

The fly in Janie's nose cost her about a 10th of a second and they were not exactly as simultanious as AYAY. She also got something off for the little peep that she made when the fly went up her nose. Those are the breaks of competition. I gave her a big applause because, by that point I realized that it was a tourney and that they were performing for us.

The other couple gloated, and they had every right to gloat, they had won the duck's most prestigious competition of the year, the Easter Sunday, MCTC's.

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