The ducks that gather near us are always so fun to watch! And as I feed them corn they come flying in.
Some land on their feet with a soft whush.
Some patiently wait for some corn to land on their heads.
Some try to land on their feet.
But, land with a thud that sounds like it would leave a bruise. Do ducks bruise?
There’s the one foot landing.
Oops, off balance I guess.
She recovered quickly, ‘Do you have any corn left?’
Maybe running will soften the landing?
‘How about I just land on your hand full of corn?’
And still others, decide that walking is the easiest, less painful, way to arrive at the food.
‘Could you get this snow off my beak?’
I loved how you can see through his nostril. I know it’s hard to tell in this small of a photo, but that white fleck on his beak is his nose hole and the snow beyond.
