There wasn't a duck in sight. They must have been hanging at the pond over the hill. We waited at the picnic table with a slice of bed ready to be shared with them. One duck approached from the rise of land in the distance. I encouraged Carrie to toss a piece of bread high in the air and that's all it took. That beady, sharp eyed fowl saw that bread fly up and his waddle escalated. Did you ever see a duck run? They don't but they do waddle fast. He flung out his wings as he waddled toward us and I assume that was done as a balance factor as a high wire walker carries a long pole to balance himself on the wire.
His buddies must have noted his absence because soon another one crested the top of the hill and went pell mell into a waddle run like move. Then another and another until they were coming from all directions. Antenna? Radar? or maybe they have satellite positioning on each other. In the air we noted movement; a white duck was sailing through the air to make a two point landing beyond us a bit. The duck overshot his landing but as soon as he touched down he reversed directions and headed for the bread line. All in all, it was a good duck day and that's all one can ask for.