Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Most every afternoon after supper John will say "want to go feed the ducks"? Well it isn't always high on my list because if I don't stay in the truck the chiggers will eat me up. They don't bother him. Most times I will say "okay". This is so not John's personality. He always only liked animals that make money, as in selling cows at auction. New hobby for partial retirement I guess. Anyway the ducks were so hungry yesterday. They acted as if they knew our truck. When we pulled over out of the little lane onto the grass they came running. I thought when John opened the door they were going to climb in. I spotted one a distance away hanging around two fishermen. I guess they were ignoring it because when it saw our truck it came waddling as fast as it could to join the others at their feast. I never realized ducks are territorial. We see the same number of ducks every time in the same area of the river and we have learned to identify the same ones together. One day we saw a man in a white truck going along to each group and throwing out some kind of grain. We thought he might be from the city since they did put out the duck crossing signs, but they sure hadn't been fed yesterday. They were hungry and ready to eat. We're just waiting to see a mama duck with a string of babies trailing behind her like the signs indicate. So far we haven't been lucky to see this.