My little perch. |
Initial thought: “Oh my gosh! They’re coming so close–I’m going to get some great pictures!”
Second thought: “Rarrr . . . what’s wrong with the automatic focus on this thing?!!” (Yes, I cheat.)
Third thought: “Hmm . . . they’re getting out of the water? They’re coming towards me! They . . . oh, they want food.”
I didn’t have any food. Sure, I had just scarfed down a coney and fries at Tom’s Root Beer Stand down the road, but I didn’t think to save some crumbs. Hmpfh.
But, hark–the ducks quickly realized that there were some other people sitting not too far away from me. Fortunately, the little waddlers didn’t attack me out of hunger/anger, and wiggled their little selves over to a picnicking family. Jackpot.
“No food here. Quack, quack. Let’s go bug those other people. Quack.” |
If you look closely, you can see that he’s spilling more out of the bag than he’s tossing to the duckies. |
“Quack, quack. Sure are some good snacks. Quack.” |
Quack, quack.
Wish I had gotten a video during this–the ducks and the seagulls went absolutely crazy. And yet, I remained standing right under them, not too worried about being attacked . . . or being pooped on. I must have temporarily lost my mind, because it was slightly like being in the middle of a Hitchcock movie. |
EEEEEEE, EEEEEEEE! (Not as cute as the little quackers.) |