There was initial disagreement between the biologists and the colonists on what to call the local wildlife. Common wisdom was to call a duck a duck, against the more noble aspirations of the scientists. Technically, no, it wasn’t a duck. In fact they weren’t quite sure yet what it was, but it looked like a duck, waddled like a duck, made vaguely duck-ish noises, and certainly tasted like a duck. Calling it a Platyrhynchos agamidae was a tad much. Not that anyone could agree on what Platyrhynchos agamidae meant to start with.
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