For some reason over the past few weeks, the ducks have decided I’m their person. They’ve always wanted me to pick them up at night, carry them to the coop and give them a scritch before putting them up for the night. But much like finicky cats, I had to chase them down to get all that done.
Now, they come to the patio door for treats, eat food out of my hands and often run over to me when I come outside (and OMG, watching those little legs running will brighten any day).
We are having a horrible raccoon problem and they also now see the dogs as their heroes, as they chase those meanies out of the yard.
Ducks sure make a yard cheery.