We took some seed up to the lake again this afternoon to feed the ducks.
I don’t know if it’s Maggie’s yellow jacket they recognise or us, but we’ll be walking along and suddenly ducks start coming in our direction either by sea or air sotospeak!
We pick a place by the bridge as there’s a bench Hubby can sit on while I spread the goodies.
I was chatting away to my feathered friends (as you do) when I felt a nudge on the back of my knee. I thought it was Maggie, but when I turned round it was this cheeky chap (or chappess as I haven’t worked out how to tell the difference yet). That’s my foot by the way.
Signage throughout the park says not to feed the geese, but if they happen to muscle in on the ducks, that’s fair enough. This one looked adoringly up at me so how could I refuse?
Now that my bag was empty, we left them all pecking away to their heart’s content and continued round the lake.
We saw one female mallard with three babies close to the island, but when we got to the other side, we hit the jackpot.
This proud Momma had ten!
But they were all together in this one (two by Momma’s head) though one was intent of going off and doing its own thing in the one below.Mum would have loved them.
All pictures taken this afternoon, 30th April 2019.
Lovely. I love feeding ducks.
If we take bread, it’s only brown as we read white bread is bad for them. At Stratford, there’s a notice on the moorings not to feed the swans or ducks white bread.
Aww, so cute. And very gutsy duck.
That goose was in beautiful condition. I have to stop myself trying to touch them as one wrong move and that beak could break my arm!
They are pretty ferocious too.
They can be, especially with young around, but I was allowed to get quite close to take my pictures last year so hopefully I will have the same privilege later.
AW! ❤ I love baby ducklings (goslings for the geese).. Your adventure reminds me of Liberty Park in Salt Lake City, where I spent many a wonderful day feeding the waterfowl who lived on the lake in that park. Here I see the geese flying overhead, and there was a duck couple (mallard and his mate) who used to waddle down the highway just west of us. Sadly they met their end when some cretin in a car ran them down. 😦
Bastards. Someone killed one of the white ducks on the marina and left it on the side of the road. She’d been sitting on a nest of 15 eggs,