Well yes, I know, it‘s not ducks, it‘s geese. But have you ever heard someone say „I‘m going to feed the geese?“. (Unless you live on a farm of course, but I don‘t.) Anyway, here‘s the gang I sometimes meet on my lunch walk: daddy, mommy and their 3 little ones. Who, by now, are the same size as mommy - the picture is a few weeks old. The come up the pavement to feed on whatever crawls in the grass next to the road in the evenings and poop everywhere, but I hold them dear.