Akroteria

We walk past the zoo every morning on our way to the beach. There are many subtle Mallie ways to lead the huperson in the direction one wishes to go, but alas! I have yet to enter the enticing precincts where so obviously reside many fragrant and vocal people of many species, some no doubt delicious. We have tried the

My this fence is fascinating; the

Shouldn't we visit the homeless person sleeping behind these well-placed bushes? and the

Nobody here but us Japanese tourists

ploys, but so far, humom has proven strangely adamant, a material that is, I believe, stubborn and nasty-tasting. This morning, to our delight, but perhaps for different reasons, we noticed silhouetted against the sunrise the usual outline of the roof, canted upward to east and west, and perched on the ridge line a handsome duck, motionless as if carved of the best koa wood, doing his King of the World impression. Humom was laughing her fool head off, but I kept mine and just looked further, and indeed, more ducks were out, a few perched on the rooftop greeting the dawn, but others out in the park, a-a-a-a-lmost within reach. Drat.

--- Missy out