Sunday, June 14, 2009

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.

Closer . . .
. . . and closer . . .


. . . and closer . . .


. . . then the one in the middle nibbled my toe.

3 comments:

Brennig said...

Vicious things, ducks. They've got really long sharp teeth you know. And they can break your arm with a wing. And their tails are tremendously powerful and can knock a cow over. Vicious.

Jack said...

Then, there's Count Duckula to be wary of . . .

Lisa said...

That is adorable!