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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
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awelkin, and no... I'm not sure what happened to #6. It came to me this way.
( so many names, so little time )
I have to tell you my Ducks at Starbucks story.
Today, I stopped at Starbucks for a latte because hey, it's the Northwest and that's what we do when it's raining or not, and as I pulled up to the place, there were three ducks waiting patiently at the front door. Mallards, to be precise: one male and two females. They were literally just standing there looking through the front door of Starbucks. When the door opened, they'd squawk and get out of the way, and when the door closed they'd come back and stand there, quacking quietly beneath their beaks, I suppose. Do ducks quack quietly beneath their breath? I don't know. Anyway, they really did have this wtf, how about us? expression on their little mallardy faces, so when I bought my coffee I also bought a bagel and shared it with them outside. I really wish I'd had my camera with me because it was about the cutest damn thing I've seen in a long, long time. They were very sweet little ducks, too, and hardly fought at all over the stuff I gave them.
Disclaimer: in wintertime, I wouldn't normally feed them bread products. What happens with birds is that they fill up on the low-nutrition stuff and they can literally starve to death over it. However, despite temps in the 40s, it's been springlike here and I know they were just visiting from the pond at the local golf course, so they should be just fine. If I'd been a little less rushed, I would have gone to the pet shop a block away and got them some cracked corn, but hey. They'll survive without it.
They didn't even try to nibble my hands too badly or anything. I once had a duck climb up my leg to get at my sandwich. That was a long time ago, back in Massachusetts when I was doing time there. I think that was about the most aggressive duck I'd ever met. Now geese are a different story: they're all really aggressive and while they don't have teeth, they do have sharp ridges inside their bills. These little mallards? Piece of cake.
When I'd shared some of my food with them, they moved away from the door, curled up, and rested. I felt so Disneyfied.
awelkin, and no... I'm not sure what happened to #6. It came to me this way.( so many names, so little time )
I have to tell you my Ducks at Starbucks story.
Today, I stopped at Starbucks for a latte because hey, it's the Northwest and that's what we do when it's raining or not, and as I pulled up to the place, there were three ducks waiting patiently at the front door. Mallards, to be precise: one male and two females. They were literally just standing there looking through the front door of Starbucks. When the door opened, they'd squawk and get out of the way, and when the door closed they'd come back and stand there, quacking quietly beneath their beaks, I suppose. Do ducks quack quietly beneath their breath? I don't know. Anyway, they really did have this wtf, how about us? expression on their little mallardy faces, so when I bought my coffee I also bought a bagel and shared it with them outside. I really wish I'd had my camera with me because it was about the cutest damn thing I've seen in a long, long time. They were very sweet little ducks, too, and hardly fought at all over the stuff I gave them.
Disclaimer: in wintertime, I wouldn't normally feed them bread products. What happens with birds is that they fill up on the low-nutrition stuff and they can literally starve to death over it. However, despite temps in the 40s, it's been springlike here and I know they were just visiting from the pond at the local golf course, so they should be just fine. If I'd been a little less rushed, I would have gone to the pet shop a block away and got them some cracked corn, but hey. They'll survive without it.
They didn't even try to nibble my hands too badly or anything. I once had a duck climb up my leg to get at my sandwich. That was a long time ago, back in Massachusetts when I was doing time there. I think that was about the most aggressive duck I'd ever met. Now geese are a different story: they're all really aggressive and while they don't have teeth, they do have sharp ridges inside their bills. These little mallards? Piece of cake.
When I'd shared some of my food with them, they moved away from the door, curled up, and rested. I felt so Disneyfied.
