Real Spring in Melbourne, involving lots of green and blossom and plants on the move, not to mention outrageously beautiful weather, doesn't truly begin until October.
October is when it all happens, and those in Melbourne not wasting their time with football (sorry, but it really does bore me shitless) have been getting hardcore on their vegie gardens.
And duck-wrangling. I should have called these birds Thing 1 and Thing 2, they are so utterly miscreant.
Sid and Nancy would have been excellent choices, too.
Because, stylistically, ducks lean punkward,
and that's a fact.
