I finally realized what species of ducks these are that we've been feeding at the neighborhood lake (a pond in any other state). They're AFLAC ducks! Duhhhh. It took me awhile.
Once again, we've managed to take the perfectly innocent and corrupt them. (According to our son, Saby was a perfectly trained dog before we got ahold of her.) Now the ducks start quacking (more like honking) obnoxiously when they hear us coming a block away. By the time we get there, they're out of the lake and on the move, waddling as fast as their fat white bodies will allow! And they're all over Craig when he feeds them. Moving in closer and closer. He's been teaching them to catch in mid-air. The moment I didn't get in this clip was when the duck between his legs grabbed the entire large chunk out of his hand and ran! I always miss the good stuff!
