Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 02, 2018

Hay monsters!

Torch ’em, Billie!

Meanwhile, the giant duck was sneaking up on the hunter though the fog behind him, to give him such a nibble.

A perfect way to get infested with ticks, fleas and other blood-sucking pests.

Ducks have excellent vision. Your best bet is to completely cover yourself, or try to fool their tiny brain.

(Decoys use the second option. If they see what they think are other ducks, they don’t look very hard for predators.)

A page saved from the Sears catalog in the outhouse.

R.I.P.

Consumed by a rouge herd of famished Roosevelt Elk.

I can detect the shooter. I hope he gets a rash.

It’s going to take all day to figure out what that duck’s reading.

Early 20th century garb for hunting red arrows ….

Hair shirts also available.

I think Mr. Bubz has something to say about today’s FA.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm9AALiFJM6/?taken-by=misterbubz

I really can’t say the number of times my grass suit has saved me from the foulness of fowl. What’s that old saying, though…. A grass suit in spring, O’ what a resplendent thing, a grass suit after fall, here comes that odd screwball, or something like that. Of course the kids these days eschew the grass and have moved on to a sustainable hemp. It will still fool the ducks, but be forewarned, swans are rather beguiled by the hemp, and trust me when I say, the last thing you need is a swan all up in your trousers.

Giant ducks eat grass.

Aw, shucks. I thought this was one of those military snipers—you know, the kind who remain motionless in their disguising grass suits for hours and hours, even peeing themselves if necessary, until they can “acquire” their HVT (high-value target).

I do like the sneaky duck in the background, conveniently pointed out for us. Nothing lame about a giant duck!