Duck parade

Last week, before the temperature went down to minus 15 C, I was walking along the pathway behind some of the homes in my subdivision. There were ducks swimming and resting in the creek (officially named Munson’s Slough) and along the banks of the creek. All of a sudden one duck started following me; then the whole waddle of ducks started following me for a fair distance. They didn’t scare me, but I didn’t want people to think I was feeding or somehow convincing them to stay close.

For a moment the thought of becoming the “Pied Piper of ducks” brought a smile to my face. Then just as I turned around to take a photo of my following, they stopped, and like children getting caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing, each duck turned slightly and began pecking at the ground.

And that was it for my new career path as a pied piper. The ducks lost interest and I was on my own again.