Steve and I started feeding the birds and squirrels back in those ugly, traumatic days after Katrina, when the hurricane’s winds had stripped the vegetation from the area’s shrubs and trees, and the receding floodwaters had left neighborhood gardens brown and dead. Now, Steve throws out big scoopfuls of seed and nuts and cracked corn every morning before he leaves for work. Our garden is an oasis of birdsong played out against the splash of the fountains (and the occasional “Meow! I want one of those!” from our gang of fascinated, ever-hopeful inside cats).
But this is the first time we’ve looked out the window to find ducks in our garden. I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise, given that we live only a couple hundred feet from a canal. But it was still enough of a treat to send me scrambling for my camera.
Bye, guys! Ya’all come back now, you hear?
4 comments:
Awwww, gotta love the ducks!
Butler still hopes one day he'll get one, but they're too smart for him...
This is cute, and ducks do like to eat corn. They'll be back for more handouts, and probably with friends next time.
That's one thing we've never had in our yard yet. We had five big crows yesterday.
Steve, at least all that plotting and planning gives him something to do.
Barbara, they've been back!
Charles, I draw the line at cows...
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