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Mar. 13th, 2004 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pandonkeyThere was a little male mallard duck outside the window this morning. Chase was extremely interested -- when I came in the room, he meowed very urgently at me, and then once I sat beside him to watch the duck, he kept looking at intervals and meowing, then pawing the window. I informed him that I would would not by any means go get him a duck.
The male was soon joined by a little brown female, and the two were so darned cute that I got dressed in a hurry and grabbed a couple of slices of bread from the loaf to feed them. I approached carefully and tossed a couple of pieces from a distance, and they started toward them, but I think I moved a bit, because the female suddenly cocked her head at me and then diverted to a path under the fence and into the decorative apartment-complex pond. The male obediently followed.
I chucked a few small pieces to them, and was quite pleased when they eventually came up and ate a few of the recently dropped ones -- and then I realized I was quite stupidly suggesting to them that people were harmless. These were at least semi-wild ducks, not the tame (and rather irritating) little apartment-pond ducks I was used to from my first apartment. Luckily, I think these two were just a bit smarter than average, because they began ignoring the bread again and zoomed off to the far side of the pond to show their contempt. I went inside, where Chase was pawing frantically at the window -- this with a full bowl of his favorite food, too. I suppose instinct is king.
The male was soon joined by a little brown female, and the two were so darned cute that I got dressed in a hurry and grabbed a couple of slices of bread from the loaf to feed them. I approached carefully and tossed a couple of pieces from a distance, and they started toward them, but I think I moved a bit, because the female suddenly cocked her head at me and then diverted to a path under the fence and into the decorative apartment-complex pond. The male obediently followed.
I chucked a few small pieces to them, and was quite pleased when they eventually came up and ate a few of the recently dropped ones -- and then I realized I was quite stupidly suggesting to them that people were harmless. These were at least semi-wild ducks, not the tame (and rather irritating) little apartment-pond ducks I was used to from my first apartment. Luckily, I think these two were just a bit smarter than average, because they began ignoring the bread again and zoomed off to the far side of the pond to show their contempt. I went inside, where Chase was pawing frantically at the window -- this with a full bowl of his favorite food, too. I suppose instinct is king.