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How to Identify that Light in the Sky

Ohh that's a deep cut indeed!

ten years ago, when living on a narrowboat, we were beset and beleaguered by a particularly friendly duck, a leucistic or hybrid mallard we named Anna, who was memorable for her colouring, and because she made SUCH a habit of climbing into our kitchen.

And as you probably gathered from the fact that we named the drake Platy, they were named Anas platyrhynchos, the Latin name for the mallard duck.

There were various nicknames on the cut for animals we saw a lot. We named one male swan Big Chops, after I misheard Dr Glass saying "there's that big cob (male swan) again" and I thought he said "There's that Big Chops again." His mate was named Sweet Lips. They raised seven children a year for the seven years we knew them, which is no small feat.

I also had an orphaned duckling named Duckle.

I don't remember a lot of the other ones.

The daughter of a legendary thief, who sewed winter coats out of stolen purses. Herself a thief, pickpocket, swindler. The savior who came to tear my life apart. My Tamako. My Sook-hee.

it would be so awesome

RYAN GOSLING