..."and the mummy duck said " ...........

A picture paints a thousand words. Sometimes a picture can say more than words and on other occasions you can get entirely the wrong meaning.
Take Monday morning.
My wife sent me a picture of a mummy duck and her babies walking across our garden on a sunny bank holiday morning.  
A sign  that spring had sprung, the sun was out and all was well with the world.

At the other end of the phone line was a man on his side bent double as the kidney pain shot through him and the nurse failed to come with a pain killer. "What has she bought a family of ducks for?" Sheena does have a history in this area. Bethany gets hit by a car.....Wednesday the abandoned killer of the cat world appears as a gift to "take Bethany's mind off of the accident."

Of course, I was in no position (other than foetal) to question as to how and where/when she could have managed to make any pet investment.
Bobby is unwell, let us get him some poultry to ease his pain. I had unfortunately mentally unleashed the Kraken that was about to create havoc even as I looked at the photo.

As the baby ducks moved through the garden they were totally unaware of the reputation that the Birss family cats have in the local area for their ruthless efficiency. Rats have been removed from stables and locals doff hats and offer marriage to their unwed daughters as they pass.

The killer kittys swooped down and ran off with an assortment of baby ducklings leaving a distraught mummy duck calling out for her offspring in the bushes only to have no reply and an even more distraught wife, unable to stop the carnage.