Share A Story

I have read Benjamin’s recent post of sharing a video of his ducks. Link here for the post and video.

I want to share my story of a duck experience. A little bit of background may help. I grew up in southern China. I spent summer and winter school holidays at my grandpa’s farm where they had chickens and geese. And my experience with them were positive.

Now I live in the state of New South Wales in Australia. We have ducks here.

Well, I went into a golf course nearby to snap a photo to send to my grandmother in the nursing home in China. I was not a member of the golf club, the only way to get in was to pretend to making enquiry of joining. So I did that. I took the below photo after I walked out of the enquiry office and got to one of the greens which was empty. I tried to snap a few photos and select the best one to send to my grandma. Then I spotted the ducks, I thought they would make an excellent background. There I tried to fit them into the photos.

The next thing I knew was that they were chasing me and trying to drive me off the green. At the very moment, I also heard a man announcing from the overhead speaker β€œVisitor in the checkered shirt please make your way off the green immediately!”

I look quite relaxing in the photo which is a proof that I am often cool calm and collected in stressful situations. πŸ˜€

Cassa at Asquith Golf Course being chased by ducks

Author: Cassa Bassa

πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¨πŸ‡³ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitΒ child 😊

39 thoughts on “Share A Story”

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      1. Yes!!!! πŸ˜‚ you should edit it for me. There’s a Francis emoji πŸ˜„.

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      1. I put a comment here which I think went to spam 😀😀😒

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  1. HAHAHAHA!!! The background story was absolutely crucial, those ducks look ominous!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜…

    You rebel! I have to ask thoughβ€” why the effort to get into the golf course in particular? Or was it the only green area around?

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      1. Oh crap I just realised this is recent! With your ageless looks I was thinking it was back in China πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Hence it would be even more rebellious lol. Don’t even know if they play golf there. I didn’t realise your grandma was still alive! Wow, that is really impressive.

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      2. Indeed! Just how somebody described me too once :D. I realised they were right. It’s an interesting phenomenon. It is really obvious when you meet someone else with that trait.

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      3. Perhaps we have a few on this platform… like minded with similar traits.
        I keep asking for clarification at work “are you being sarcastic?” πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜

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      4. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

        But you got the photo! If it’s not on the gram it didn’t happen πŸ˜‰.

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  2. Oh my what the heck Cassa. Why did they order you off the green? This is a sweet yet irritating story at the same time. Love to you my friend. β€οΈπŸ€—πŸ¦‹πŸŒ»πŸŒΈ

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    1. I realised afterwards that although the green looked empty, but there were players playing, I could have been hit by a golf ball. I actually breached the rule that only players allowed on the green. Live and learn.

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