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Dear Miss Brown Shoes,

Hello! You were so kind to stop by and greet us the other day, and our leadership committee felt that we should contact you formally to share our story with you.

We have spent many years reaching out to people we believe will be sympathetic to our plea. As someone who frequents the Bonny Lake Park, and as an animal lover, we know you can help us.

We are a group of migrant water fowl; people call us White Campbell ducks. Our patriarch, Reginald, comes from a long line of duck royalty and is a descendant of the famous Jemima Puddleduck on his mother’s side of the family. Reginald has been leading us over the years to potentially great living sites but, alas, we seem to alway strike out. Ponds, golf courses, water parks, even car washes with water features, lead us no closer to a food source.

Dear Miss, would you please find it in your kind heart to bring food to our flock, at least once a week? Perhaps on a Sunday before you go to church? Or Wednesday morning, when you take your dog for a walk nearby?

Bread, bagels, birdseed, even expired cereal would be great. Though I will ask out of propriety to avoid Stove Top Stuffing mix, as it boasts a “chicken” flavor and as you can guess that wouldn’t suit us well. Reginald would have an apoplectic fit. Then again, a real treat would be some microwaved popcorn, but we don’t look askew at cracked kernels either.

What we are asking may seem simple, but there are some complicating factors. We are sometimes joined by other roving families – American Coots, Canada Geese, Mallards – who are more aggressive at finding food, so please feel free to shoo them away if they approach you. Also, the children at the park can be awfully agitating, and Reginald is getting on in years, so anything you could do to stop the children from chasing us away from the food would be appreciated.

And Miss, just to be clear: you might see other people feeding us, sometimes several groups a day, but don’t think that we are satisfied. You alone will know what foods we best need, so please visit us as much as you can. We are putting our trust in you. If you are approached by someone who works for the park and they ask you to stop feeding us, we’ve found it best to just play along with them until they leave.

If for some reason you can’t make it to the park, well, please know we feel a loss without you there. Please return as soon as possible. Or send someone in your place. Or maybe just have one of those grocery store delivery people come and rip open a bag of potato chips for us; there’d be no harm in that.

Thank you again for taking up our cause. We’ll be nesting soon, and our babies will need much care and feeding. As you know, this world can be so hard for wild animals, especially young ones left to live out their days in the weather, exposed to the elements. Don’t forget about us.

Sincerely,

The Starving Ducks at the Pond

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Don't fall for this! It's just a ruse of the squirrels, who go around spying on kindly-shod humans and targeting their fowlish sympathies to further their pyramid scheme of food procurement.

Just look at all the squirrel trigger-words: "cracked kernels" "popcorn" "potato chips" - the hubris of these rodents is not to be believed!
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No, the squirrels have their own solicitors who approach people one-by-one on the street.
With clipboards. *shudders*
What a polite duck! The swans of Avon could take a few pages from that book. I tried to eat my box lunch next to the river when I was a wee study-abroadling and some jerk swan flapped up and bit my toes.
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ALL swans are jerks.
Oh my stars yes, geese are the worst.
I am legit straight-up terrified of geese. They're nightmare monsters and they'd kill us all in our beds if they could figure out how to work doors.
I got attacked by a goose when I was three years old (I was trying to feed it bread.) I still harbor a fear that one day it will return to finish the job.
It has always seemed to me that if it were more wildly known that some Romans kept guard geese (like guard dogs, but geese), many sad incidents resulting from childhood misconceptions of geese would be avoided.
...that was meant to be widely, but I'm gonna lean into this one.
A Canada Goose attacked my husband's scotty dog once, and he karate-style kicked it in the chest to make it leave. I am so proud of him.
Geese are the frat boys of the bird kingdom.
Jess: I was attacked by a swan. Okay, you happy? A stupid swan.
Luke: How about the real story?
Jess: That is the real story. The thing came out of nowhere and beaked me right in the eye.
Luke: It beaked you?
Jess: You still don't believe me.
Luke: I've just never heard the word beaked used as a verb before.
I was picturing Jess Day for a second, which weirdly works.
They can break a mans arm. I am sure this is 100% legit.
Swans murdered a guy here in Chicago, a couple of years ago. Be thankful you escaped!
Swans are terrifying!

I wonder if this is finally the appropriate place to finally talk about this NPR article about bird monogamy. There's a toss-off line about how swans have a 5% divorce rate, but here is the part that I am obsessed with:
"Albatrosses are 100 percent faithful. That's not to say that albatross dads don't occasionally have a dalliance with ladies who aren't their mates. That happens. But the original pair stays intact.

Toasties, who are these swinging lady albatrosses with whom dad albatrosses are allegedly hooking up? Are they also in open albatross marriages or just haven't settled down yet?
This is a very important question. Science, please get on that.
Vital questions! Can we commission a Gal Scientist piece on this?
My most terrifying summer job combined swamps, swan families, and canoes full of seven-year-olds. I'm thankful I'm still alive.
So duck spammers are waaaaaaay better at English spelling and grammar than human/bot spammers?
Oh my goodness, Toast, how do you always seem to know what's going on in my life? My boyfriend's mother has recently "adopted" a family of ducks, and talks about them to him constantly. She had them say "hello" to him over the phone yesterday. She says she's trained them to come when she puts out their food dish (yes, they have a food dish).

I have been the lone voice of reason, telling her not to be taken in by the feathered bastards. Water fowl are not to be trusted!
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My mom did this too! They just started coming to her house all the time, hanging out on the lawn, and honestly we're at least several blocks from the water.
Ducks are the some of the few birds I enjoy and don't despise. I am amenable to their continued upkeep by way of expired cereal. (Geese can fuck off out of here. )
This is like my cat's constant entreaty that she is STARVING STARVING SO HUNGRY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAAAAAAAND. Give me give me give me. I know my bowl is full of kibble but I'm hungry for wet food. FEED ME.

We keep saying that if she had thumbs she would dial animal control SO FAST and lie horribly about how we are starving her to death. To death I say.
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My cat does that thing where the second the suitcases come out of the hall closet, he eats every scrap of kibble in his bowl. I'm all, "I'll be back in THREE DAYS and I'm leaving OTHER HUMANS HERE WHO CAN FEED YOU" and he's all "pathetic whimper of starvation."

So then I came home three days later, and he'd eaten all of the kibble I'd left out for him, and the other human hadn't refilled his bowl, so I had to concede he had a point, and now he's all "see? SEE? Munch, munch, munch."
REGINALD.

...this is adorable.
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If you want to look SUPER CRAZY start calling the ducks at the pond by a proper name.
Reginald, Angela, Sir Billousby, Walter, Felicity, Beatrice, Maggie, Louisa.
Clearly all ducks are british, so I approve of these names.
Polite ducks! Unlike villainous squirrels who straight up steal garlic knots and touch your leg with their evil squirrel hands while trying to break into your bag of Chinese take out...
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I have definitely had a greedy campus squirrel touch my leg with its awful tiny hands and I hated it
Squirrels raided our Easter egg hunt this weekend. Freaking squirrels.
This is UNSPEAKABLY DELIGHTFUL.

edit: A++ for the Beatrix Potter reference
There's a Mallard duck momma outside my work that with her 13 little tan and brown Mallard fluffballs also has a little yellow duckling too. We're taking bets on if Howard (yes, the consensus name was Howard) is one of the white farm ducks that somehow managed to fall in with the wrong crowd, or if it's an albino Mallard.
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So, what happened with the yellow duckling, Lyzz?
There was a duck in the street near where I lived a few days ago. Just hanging out, near the pubs.

It was probably trying to pickpocket drunks.
This is the perfect segue for a question I've been wanting to ask the internet.

Yesterday I noticed a poster taped to a phone pole on my block soliciting volunteers to help feed "two feral cat colonies" in the neighborhood. Is this weird?

I know there are feral cat colonies around and I have seen ladies giving them dishes of food, but is this really the kind of thing people solicit honest-to-goodness volunteers to do regularly? Like, am I the crazy one here thinking that it's insane to treat a couple dozen cats living in someone else's vacant lot like they're your pets and you are responsible for finding people to feed them when you're out of town?
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I am with you, that is way weird. And not a good idea, unless they're also trapping, spaying/neutering and releasing (which I have heard of people doing). Unless you like feral cat overpopulation...
Obviously you have stumbled on to another scam, the Feral Cat Colonial Society. Hide your kibble, hide your mushies.
Was the request 'become a volunteer for our trap & release, which we bait with...kibbles?' Or 'Help us to maintain a population of one-eyed, inbred kittens that are deaf and walk funny with bags of Meow Mix'?

'Cause that second one, the lady two doors down perpetrated until she got sent upstate to the Cat Lady Sanctuary in the Sky, then the first one asked very nicely for permission to set traps on our lot. (Which I helped with, gleefully, for the 6 months it took to clear out the colony, so I could let my own pet cat out instead of struggling with her daily to keep her safe from the herd.)
You can tell Raffi fell for this solicitation, with his high number of duck themed songs ("Ducks like Rain," "Five Little Ducks," "Six Little Ducks," etc.)
Man, my wife is such a sucker for ducks that if these spammers got a hold of here she'd be out buying them whole loaves of bread every day.
I have deeply conflicting feelings about ducks in that I think that they are pretty darn cute BUT also really delicious. I want to both cuddle and eat them.
20 years ago, and I know it was 20 because it was the year Kurt Cobain died, I spent a summer as a camp counselor. The camp had a small pond, and on the days when there were no campers, I spent a lot of time there, observing the interactions among the animals that used it -- several horses, half a dozen geese, and one very lonely duck.

Every day, the horses would come down the hill to drink, and every day, the geese, enraged at this trespass, would chase them off. The poor horses would stand a couple of metres from the water, cowering, staring thirstily at it, but never daring to fight back. Then their savior, the duck would come to the rescue.

Mr. Duck would swim up behind the troublesome geese and pluck out their tailfeathers. When they turned to contront him, he'd flap his wings and scream avian murder. Finally, the geese would surrender and swim to the other side of the pond; then Mr. Duck would patrol while the horses took their drink.

Never did the geese realize that they outnumbered the duck and could have easily defeated him. Never did the horses realize that they outweighed the geese by a factor of, oh, a hundred, and could certainly have trampled them. Always the same hierarchy prevailed: duck > geese > horses.

The story behind that lone duck was that he had come to the camp as one of four -- two couples. A fox killed the other three. He survived -- emboldened, impassioned, and deranged. A true superhero.
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The moral of the story being: Ducks are brave, mad, and very deserving of your breadcrumbs, but geese are jerks who do not deserve a place in polite society.

Signed, Catherine who is totally not a duck. Really.
Well played, Mr. Duck!

There's a fancy little pond in the research park where I work and one of the yearly signs of spring is the return of two mallards and a lady duck to its stately confines. It has yet to be determined whether they're what's left of two couples or whether it's a little duck triad, but they sure know how to pick their real estate.
I was at a baseball game the other day and a mallard couple landed in the outfield next to the left fielder. They just hung out for a little while, then flew straight at the left fielder's head, making him duck (haha) and everyone laugh. On the way out of the park at the end of the game, I saw a kid feeding them Cracker Jack. You can't EVEN tell me they didn't put on a performance in order to get Cracker Jack. I see through you, ducks!

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