So yesterday, for some unknown reason, 7 ducks appeared in our cul-de-sac. ('Cul-de-sac' is Southern for 'dead-end street').
Suddenly, BAM, there they were!
I thought they looked kind of puzzled as to what to do next. And I also didn't like the chances of our crazy neighbor seeing them in time to slow down if he happened to come careening down the street.
So I went out by the mailbox and started making those smoochy noises at them, like you do when you call your dog. They must speak 'dog', because they followed me into our yard...
and right up to our walkway. My husband, whom I'd called to come see, ran inside the house and returned with some buns he'd thawed in the microwave. I tore off a few chunks of the buns and threw them onto our steps.
The 'head duck' came to check out the offerings. The crumbs must have met with his (her??) approval because pretty soon, they were all at the bottom of our steps.
The head duck and his (her) friend even ate bread right off the step! My husband and I made several more trips to the freezer/microwave to get more buns. The ducks ate till they must have been stuffed. They stood around looking full for about 15 minutes, then suddenly, seemingly with one mind, they all just whooshed into the air and took flight over the house.
I'm glad I was able to snap the pictures. It was the kind of thing where you almost feel like you dreamed it...