In your yard? That's so cool!

I used to eat lunch every day at a little lake on campus. I became very familiar with the little duck families and watched them grow. I'd also take some poultry feed to them on occasion.

In this one brood, there was a little guy who was bigger and gawkier than all the rest, but he was such a DORK. He'd literally trip over his own little webbed feet running to catch a bug. You could almost see his 7 siblings rolling their eyes at him. He was always the first one to scramble up the hillside and take grain from my hand. He was so cute, but such a little klutz.

The sad thing about ducklings is that they grow up to be ducks. Feh. Nuke the drakes from orbit, I say. Nasty creatures.

Yeah, the big ducks are not the most pleasant, but I don't mind them for the most part. The numbers are controlled. Our homeowner asscociation's newsletter one said, "Please stop feeding the ducks, they are shitting everywhere." Shitting. The next one said, "Thanks for not feeding the ducks. The numbers are decreasing." Today, I fed the ducks.

We have a retention pond in our backyard. It attracts all kinds of wildlife.

I was lucky enough to see a couple of geese and their newly hatched goslings on Saturday. I'd love to have ducks in my yard.

Duckies! There's a canal behind my house with a whole flock of muscovy ducks, but the ducklings only show up for maybe two weeks per year. We fed them pretty often when we were kids, and now the ducks like to hang out in the backyard every afternoon hoping for stale bread.