feed the Duncs, tuppence a bag

On the shedders on the ponderosa, is a hole where beans can put noodle tickets for the tiny flyers and squeekers. Listens they do nothing but squeeks and poos and flaps and chompers on seeders. Messy little flaplets. Don't feeders them, feeders the Dunc, look into my see'er, not arounders the see'er, look into the see'er . . . feeds the Duncs  . . . feeds the Duncs . . . got the message . . . feed the Duncs, tuppence a bag . . . 

Nanki Poo and Jiggy Proper

OK, Stop with the mailers, head bean is squacking at me as I get more mails than the ponderosa. What is viagers anyway and I don't needs a big pens, what would I use if for? I can't even hold it as I don't have any thumbers. 

I met two new friendliers on the dry landers, two little shrewers, with the long smeller holes, they were callered Nanki Poo and Jiggy Proper. They were telling me jokes about spitfurs that I couldn't understand but laffed anyways. We all like wormlings and bugglers but they can only

scoff on dry and they were impressered that I could snackerling in the wet. 

Anyways I told them my joke about puddles and they laffed their smell holes off. Ha

my happy organ

OK, it's OK, the Goodie was just a bit of fun, Carol is still in control, and we'll have world peace and nouns and 'constanunts' and verbs and pluperfect indicitive actives and make 643 with just a 7 and a 4, oh yessers we will.
My beakers is still saying big cold on the wets in a few brights and maybe even hard wets which is no good. It means no pokers and no pokers means no snackerlings.
Have a close see'ers at my happy organ . . . it's a beauter . . . 

Where is my Carol V

Listen my unfeathered amigos I have had the most disturbing email.

What, you think a duck doesn't have a cool emailer addresser for speaks and talks and squacks, hey I'm a technoway duckerling, but this is real badder. Where is my Carol V, I've followed Carol since I was a duckerling, she taught me sums n' stuff, this pic cannot be true. It cannot be goodie.

eldunco(at)mac(dot)com

My beakers says we'll have cold soon

My beakers says we'll have cold soon, my beakers is never wrong unlike the natural naturist who is saying springers is here, look at these big yellow bloomers. A ducks beakers is the most sensitive organism on the whole worldy and can predicters weathers, apples and lotterings, you just need to ask. And have a big slicer of pizza.

OK, I like fish pokers,

OK, I like fish pokers, they have loads of snackerlings and when I do my cool gentle squackerling hustle they just toss me yellows, maggers and tasty pelletings. Hey I've got them sussed.

I love these two poker beans Terry is a fish poker, Darren was attacked by lots of seagullings, man they have a cool aim, mega splatty poop pants.

So I met a big flapper and Poker Terry said it is the biggest of the year. I said you need to get your see'ers under the wet, man you

 won't believes what monster flappers are swooshing and pooping in the deeps.  

This pic is of me steering the flap back to the deeps so he can play with his maties again. I'm a caring old squack.

I found loads of bugglers

Had a great day with two of my fave fish pokers but I need to tell you about this amazing way of scoffing bugglers and snackerlings.  I was watching another ducker and I copied his header in the wet and I found loads of bugglers and the odd wormling, magic and very handy for days with no pokers.

My two pokers have some great pics but I've been put to me nest so I'll squack on the next bright.

Don't Bogart the maggers

OK, I need your advice, and pizza, don't forget the pizza.
I have been approached by a cosmetical denterist, whatever that is. I think he makes spitfurs look less uglier, hard to believe I know. Anywho, he is wanting to advertise on my bloggers and give me lots of snackerlings. Which tasters very nice.
You visiting fish pokers, don't Bogart the maggers, and don't forget the pizza.
We'll try one adverting, what do you thinks?

My mate Warrington Minge

My mate Warrington Minge who's a Donc has just sent me this photographers of himself. We met at the creatures help dry landers, where I stayed until the Loz day. Warrington has a new family that dress him in bean covers and feed him strangers carroty sticks. He's doing well, which is goodly.
Word on my new sponsor next post.

They really love ducks in Peking

OK, I need sponsorship for my Olimpers trip to Chinland, for all the super high foodies like pizza and curry pot noodles and a personal trainer. Her name is Mandy she is a showduck with feathers in her, anyway I haven't seen Ennjay for a few brights so Mandy Rinner is my new best friend, well she will be if I can get to Peking. You've got to admit she's a top bit of Duckie tottington.

I'm looking forward to my visit apparently they really love ducks in Peking.

Whoohoo I'm going for a goldie

Now. number threesie in my threesome for the olimpers, this is the difficult one. Beans do this bit on a cycler, not good for my feathers with all those oils and coggles and stuff so I've been thinking hard about what I can do and it came to me last night, I can stand on one legger, man I'm so good at this I can do it in me sleeps.
Whoohoo I'm going for a goldie . . . It's the eye of the tiggler it's the cream of the spitfur, Risin' up on me webbers la da ta ta de, you get the idea.
Now how do I enter?

I can run like a scardie cooter

So, my number twosie in my threesome is gallumping. Hey I'm a star pegger, I was a dry ground ducker until the Loz day, I'm cool in wet but I can run like a scardie cooter and man that's fastie.

Once upon a midnight dreary

You're odd you beans

talking birds, the raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Squackin' weird, what's a chamber anyway?

Happy birthday Hedger Ally Poo, I remember you from my student days.

Olimpers in Chinland

OK, if I'm going to the Olimpers in Chinland to go in the threesome I need some practice with the first of the threesomes, this is paddling in the dark, man I'm gonna rip this one, I can paddle for England, I can also spin in circles, and stand on the water and flap like a goose. This one is sorted.

I love these pokers

Oh goods, most fish pokers are still ignoring the don't feed the Duncan sign, I'm a sad squack no more. this kind poker is dropping maggies, boy are they cool pink wrigglies. nom, nom, nom. 

I love these pokers.
I've been picking up some vibe about the warm days big gamers in chinland where all beans gather to jump and swim and run and splash and stuff.
I think it's in a place where ducks can take part so I'm in training for a threesome. I'll keep you informed, big squacks to all.

slips me a few yellows

I love the smell of curly underweed in the morning but I love my fav beans even more, the ones that ignore the don't feed the Dunc signs and slips me a few yellows, man they're tasty, the yellows that is, not the bean.

a crumb of sprainyard pizza

Look, I was late on the pond, I've had too much curly underweed and I'm far too much off me beak to even post this evening, so, pip pip

This pic does not show me with a crumb of sprainyard pizza, don't look.

spanky little snackerling

Sprainyard and Mikey, I love you, my pizza is happynesterlings. I've had many pizza, many, but not like this spanky little snackerling.

little dried mud spits

Mikey gets back from sprainyard tomorrow, hopefully with some Duncan pizza.

He's sent me this pic from roamers time, when roamers made pics with little dried mud spits, it was made a long time ago, possibly even older than Engelbert Humperduck.

But look carefully, it's my fab five egg time back way back relative pinching a grape. Go baby Go.

man I'm a sad squack

Oh noes, it can't be true, it can't.

I've just seen a new sign for the fish pokers, man I'm a sad squack. I need your help.

It says, "Please don't feed me (me the Dunc.) too much as I'm starting to waddle!".

Don't listen, don't, I love fish pokers grub I always have room for a pullit or a maggie or a yellow. Of course I waddle I'm a freakin', but incredibly handsome, supercool, duck. 

Just bung me a snackerling and I'll tell you all about it.

James Pond eat your beater out.

As someone once sang.

My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in

I remember this song from my student days, no idea what it means but here's a cool, if a little blurry, fab pic of a smooth Dunco sliding and a gliding in the dark water. James Pond eat your beater out.

OK, as one, say aaaaaaaaaah.

Just a quackie, one thing about being famous and an internationally know canard with his own brand pizza shops is that old pics will pop up from time to time and old beans will remembers their time with the Dunco. So many thanks to Fanny Cooperkak for this pic of me when I was a student duck, taken just after an episode of countdown had finished so I was looking particularly cute, OK, as one, say aaaaaaaaaah.


Yeah me too.

Sheesh, they know me in Sprainyard

OK, you know Herbie, he's the pond manager bean, he's in Sprain at the moment with Ivana and Mikey, they've sent me this pic.

Sheesh, they know me in Sprainyard, I'm famous, I'm a coffee shop, I'm a pizza place, double bliss happynesterlings for that. Man those mini pizzas look cool but why the hole in the middle? Is that for beak access? I dunno but the toppings look trippy, that blue one looks good, but green, I'm not so sure. I hope he brings me one back.
I think they're all stuffed crust, well I hope they're all stuffed crust, they all look stuffed.

Duncan the early years

Right then, Duncan the early years continues. These were not good times, pizza was scarce, big waters had dried up I had to resort to desperate measures.
I'd offer to babysit some new hatchlings and push them into town. Then, when a bean with a bagger had an oooh, I'd slide in and grab the noodle tickets.
I'm not proud of these times and I promise to give all the tickets back when I'm rich and famous. I think it'll be next week.
Anyways, I was kidnapped by student beans for a laugh and they kept me indoors, fed me pizza, blew smokies in me beak and got me hooked on curry noodles and countdown and duck or no duck. It all got a bit blurry and wierdy but I ended up in a big place with wire nests and spitfurs and barkings and a goatsie. It was nice but I knew it wasn't me and I was a bit grumps, I need beans to chat with and beans to say, Duncs, you have the last slice of double cheese stuffed crust pizza heaven dipped in garlic saucies, I do.
Then it happened, something that changed my days for ever, something that only a special canard would receive, a visit from Loz bean with a spitfur nest. I was squashed in the nest boxie and taken to the Ruddy which is duckie nirvana, not since the days of Baba Yaga and the very first egg has a duck been so happinessed. I thanks all my beanies especially my special bean in New Zealand, big squacks to you.
Oh yes, almost forgot, this day is my hatch day, I'll celebrate with a bit of curly underweed, some memory head, thoughts of ennjay and all my new beanie babies, mega squacks to all and to all a big squack.

I'd like to show you my nest

Another cool and wet day, my favourite kind. I met a new Luke bean this morning, apparently he's a really good fish poker, anyway we had a chat and a stroll, he's moved his nest to the uplands where it's always cold and wet, sounds good to me.
Tomorrow I'll bring you up to date on my early days and what life was like for a lone duck in a strange town but now I'd like to show you my nest.
This is where the beans put me in the dark, comfy eh.

I'm certain and I'm a duck

I've met so many cool pokers over the last week, guys the food is welcome but if I could suggest a few changes. Organic is nice, just an idea but I'm sure you can poke fish with pizza, even better with extra cheese or some chips but I'm positive the fishies are just waiting for curried noodles. Trust me, I'm certain and I'm a duck.
So, you say, tell us about the early days Dunco, why don't you mix with the wild ducks and I say ha, wild ducks, slimy little losers, apart from a cute little ennjay, no understanding of the bright, the dark, the curly underweed and the first egg with Baba Yaga. Ever since I was a duckerling I was never welcome in their gang, elDunco was always an outsider, a loner, I vowed that I was going to be the first duck in the land to have his own blog and become just as famous as Carol Vorderman. I think I'm nearly there.

like a freakin' goose

I'm so far ahead of the big bean blogger, hey, he's only just put 2008 up and here we are on day five here, stick with the Dunc baby for all the latest news from the wet bits. Boy have I got news for you, I'm stunned and amazed by the number of beans who came to see me on the pond today, we had all the feathers on one winger and a few on another, that's loads but, apparently in the spring we have mucho more. Sheesh, I'm gonna end up looking like a freakin' goose at this rate.

MILF baby!!

Just another cool day on the Ruddy, chillin' and a glidin' and a weedin' and a freakin'. Man I love freakin' or as we ducks say, MILF baby!!  

Here's me having a MILF next to the jacuzzi, smooth. 

Canards are flying in from the uplands talking of white land and hard water and it may be heading downland. This does not sound good for an indoor duck. Also, and this is concerning me, I haven't seen ennjay for a while, I hope she's OK, us birds get a bit twitchy when it's fire stick season.

So, I'm on me webs most evening, indoors naturally, after the munch and I found this little pic I hope you'll like, I call it 2ducks-1cup, it's sweet.

everything is a miracle

OK little beans, a bit of duck meaning of life here, us canards have a lot of time to think and some curly weed to flavour our thoughts. 

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle or you can live as if everything is a miracle. Us ducks we choose the latter, especially the wild boys. Everyday is just fabbaroony.

This is a pic of me and my spitfur pal Rocky chatting on the bank, about whirled peas actually, it was cool. 

Rocky is a bit short in the tail department, caused by a moron bean in a wheel box, but we don't talk about it when he's around.

you effin' ducker

Cool day, after all the turmoil of the past few brights it was nice to have a full day on the pond, working on my prana and aligning my chakra, it's a pity it's not shroom season. 

Met a cool Martin fish poker who yelled "get out of me swim you effin' ducker," which was nice.

Just checked my profile page and noticed that I'm the only blogger with an interest in lady ducks, the music from the ugly duckling and the book, farmer duck, sheesh, what's up with you beans? Have you no taste? We need more canards on bloggspot.

I love you Dunkie

Boy that was a bangy dark, the hippy squacked as he got his new ear, wot a wimp. Don't know how the whirled peas worked out. Beans are a bit scarce as I predicted and a bit wobbly too, they say things like "gosh I love you Dunkie baby" and "give us a flap my fave duckie" and "stop crapping on the walls in the porch you sad goose", Hmmm.
I manage to get to the water with half the bright gone already and discovered a huge box of used bangs. I'm glad I was well away from this thing when it spoke, man, it smells like a bad bean bottom.