Horizons

 I, like many I suppose, am just kind of hanging around until the Super Bowl starts.  I did have a visitor a bit ago:"Mother, I have arisen from my nap.  It is time for you to brush me back into good-looking-ness."

(I did.)

Although we are often told that a journey is more important than a destination, sometimes the reverse is true.  Take, for example, the recent trip I took through animals' reproduction behavior.  (And NO, it doesn't matter why.)  You, dear reader, may wish not to learn what I have learned.  If you don't, scroll down the picture of a pier and a calm sea to resume your sure footing.

Those of you still here are required to know that male ducks have corkscrew-shaped penises.  I assume many of you already did.  And have possibly searched for a photograph of said phalluses.  No judgment here.

What I arrived at after my trip through animal reproductive behavior, much better than what it took to get me there, was this:

Firstly, of course females solved a problem.  DUH.  It's what we females do.  The use of the word "endowed" isn't quite working for me, though.  "Undesirable but aggressive males" sounds like a place I've been before. 

What is fantastically brilliant is that females evolved their own conception control. (👏)  Even brillianter are "dead-end cul-de-sacs and spirals in the opposite direction."  (👏👏)  With flourishes this problem was solved! "Take that, drakes," they might be heard to quack.

I managed to knit two rows the other night.  One had been as far as I'd been able to go before. It was a surprise to keep knitting past that without any significant discomfort.  This hat may be done before mid-Summer!