We went to City Park this afternoon and fed the ducks. There's a small group that always hang by themselves up away from the pond. They have their own little clique, three white ones, a black one, and a brownish one with a red snood-looking thing on its beak, like a turkey. Shit, maybe it is a turkey, I don't know.
I parked right near where they were sitting. One of the white ones walked up to us immediately, which struck me as unusual; even as tame as the ducks and geese are at the park, they won't normally approach you or let you touch them unless they think you've got food for them. This guy approached us straight off and started nibbling at our pants. We walked off toward the concession stand, promising to return with food.
We came back a few minutes later with two big bags of duck food and had them all eating out of our hands, though it took awhile with the black one; he preferred to take the ones we tossed on the ground, and only nibbled a little bit out of Ashley's hand. We left them and walked down to the pond. Apparently the heat or the fear of rain had kept people away from the park, because the ducks in the water reacted like they hadn't been fed all day. Once they saw we were tossing food at them, the ducks swam toward us from all corners of the pond. They arrived in waves, like duck D-Day, except, as Ashley pointed out, we weren't shooting at them. A significant difference, now that I think about it.