Every time I stand still in the marsh, ducks come swimming over. Clearly, I look like the kind of person who feeds ducks.
I’ve only fed ducks once as an adult. I was in England, visiting Canterbury Cathedral and there was a one-legged duck in the parking lot outside the grocery store. He was hopping on my shoe trying to get something to eat. It was cute. It worked.
I have a feeling that he sits in that same parking lot all day and is probably the most well-fed duck in the town.