Ducking it out

At our local Water Bird Sanctuary As Long As They're Not Seagulls Centre, I made a startling discovery.

I found a Higgs boson under a rock!

Ha. No I didn't. I was messin' with ya. That would be silly. Bosons are found on merchant ships, obviously. I don't know why Higgs needs his own though. I didn't even know he was a merchant seaman.

No, the discovery I made was of a filmographic nature, involving a piece of British cinematic history.

I discovered that the terrorifying electromagnetic pulse weapon thingy in Bond James Bond's Goldeneye was named after a duck!

It's true, look:

It's a duck. With a goldeneye, golden, goldeneye,
with a goldeneye, goldeneye.

Now it turns out, you don't need much of an imagination to think up names for your weapons of imaginative destruction and your evil villains. You just need to visit a duck zoo. See:

Signs; good or bad? I'm on the fence.

 
"Mr Bond, I've been expecting you! I am General Smew, and this is my henchmutant. Get him Canvasback!"

There's tonnes of others.

"Widgeon, bring our guest a martini."
"Activate the groin laser, Pintail!"
"Hit him with a spade, Shoveler!"

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Beer Den

And here, in a safe haven located by its parent, the young cub waits, surrounded by the familiar sounds, sights and smells of its day to day environment. Even though it's currently alone, it can feel secure in the knowledge that its father will almost certainly return, perhaps unable to communicate coherently, but probably carrying with him sustenance in the form of half chewed Pepparamis and a slice of cheddar with brown sauce smeared on one side.

Yes, I lost my kid in the beer aisle. In my defence it was only temporarily, and he seemed happy enough when I got back on Thursday.

What?