Nibbled to death . . .
. . . by ducks.
Every year, we have several nesting pairs of Mallard ducks that wander around the neighborhood looking for handouts.
This year, mama ducky showed up with nine ducklings.
They waddled up on Friday evening, as usual, so I took some bread crumbs outside to feed them.
They have absolutely no fear of humans . . . or me, for that matter. The more I fed, the closer they came.