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Apr 2020
Little tails wiggle waggle up and down the walk,
I follow after their orange laughter, wishing they could talk.

Well, talk they can, and talk they do,
While I am listening out of view.

I giggle at their rubber feet flip-flopping on the ground
and smile at their velvet feathers while I try to make no sound.

When I get close, food bowl in hand, trying to gain their trust
They quack a warning that says 'Stay clear!' - my mission is a bust!

The little couple waddle on, eyeing me with care,
I watch until I see them taking off into the air.

Now I'm waiting for tomorrow when I hope to see them,
Margaret and Philip, as I have fondly named them.
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If you like to go to the park and feed ducks (like I do), please consider this: Bread is not good for the ducks' health. Yeah, they love to eat it, but it's like junk food for them -- it doesn't provide the nutrients and minerals that they need.
SO PLEASE: If you want to feed the ducks, consider getting cracked corn, birdseed, barley, oats, frozen peas or corn, halved grapes or duck feed for them. The ducklings will thank you.
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