THE OLD CAJUN

Visit the people of south Louisiana in the virtual community of Bayou Cauchon, where the men are men and the alligators are nervous, especially in the fall months.


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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Tragedy averted

Took a drive to the Dock'n'Shop this morning for a little gossip but all the sac-au-lait fishermen and catfish fishermen were already gone because the sun was already peeking over the bayou. The nearest mall to here is in Houma, and I don't do malls anyhow. But catching up on the news at the Dock'n'Shop is an important mission. If they don't sell it at the Dock'n'Shop you don't need it on this bayou.
You can gas up your boat from the water, gas up your car from the land, buy bait including grass shrimp and worms, beer, soda-pop, Hubig's Pies -- they're fried and they're from New Orleans and are they ever good -- and even a raincoat and some long johns if you need 'em.
Millicent Dufrene was behind the counter like she always is in the morning and I got me a cup of Community Coffee.
"Hey old Cajun," she says.
I said "What?"
She says "Did you hear about Boudreaux and Thibodeaux talking about when they die?"
And I says no, I never heard of that.
I didn't feel like hearing a Boudreaux joke this morning but she tells me one anyway and says Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were talking about dying and Boudreaux says "Hey, Thibodeaux, when you die what you gonna do?"
And Thibodeaux says he figures he'll end up at the American Legion hall, or maybe the fire house, and all the people are going to come and mourn and talk about what a great guy he is. And Boudreaux says, "Hey, Thibodeaux, what do you want all them people to say?"
Boudreaux scratches his head and says he wants them to say "Look! He's movin'!"
So on that note I left and got back in the truck and go driving down the road and I see something up ahead of me like road kill, you know, like a dead bird maybe that's kind of big and the wind is blowing it around, cause I can see like it's moving.
I try not to drive over road kill, so I slow down and as I turn the truck to the left I see this is not road kill.
It was a mama duck with about a dozen baby ducks and she's trying to get them across the road, and they just about made it when I got there.
Well was I ever happy I turned my wheel, because damn, I could have wiped out a whole family.
But they made it safe and sound.
And I guess the best thing about it is whenever the mama duck gets all those babies to where she's taking them some other duck will say "Look, they're moving."
It's a lot better than getting squashed on the road.
So I am going to go check the boat now but I got to be careful. There's a gator about four-foot long been hanging around where I got the boat docked just across from the house.
I'll let you know if I make it back and if I'm moving. 

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