The ducks were back tonight...all ten of them! I was feeling bad because with so little daylight and work and such, I didn't have time to put down any seed.
So, I thought I'd see how hungry they actually were and went out while they were eating. I figured I'd either manage to feed them or...I'd get mauled.
It was a chance I was willing to take.
Believe it or not, they let me come out three different times -- with seed, bread, and water. A little skittish, as they should be, but easily herded, which helped.
Except for these drakes who weren't at all worried about their chances against me.
Little do they know! ;)
They ate well tonight. And didn't bite the hand that fed them.
There's the holiday spirit for you!
Go ducks! (right, Joan??)
Off to visit a friend in the hospital tonight, this darkest night of the year. Honor the dark, as lightness is right around the corner!