It's Quackery

When A and I walked down to Millbrook Meadow we brought a loaf of stale Italian bread to feed the ducks.  With a bit of coaxing, I first got them to feed near the water's edge on a bit of shore near my feet.  Two got very comfortable with that and since, in their opinion evidently, the bread bits were not appearing quickly enough, decided to jump up next to me sitting on the wall.

My new best friends -