Ducking Around

So my Kor and I joined our cousins for lunch this afternoon, and we were wondering why they chose such a faraway location just to EAT. Plus, I wasn't in a very agreeable mood because I'd missed swimming, it was late, I was worried for my work, and I didn't feel like going.

All in good time, Esther. Like God says; all things work out for good. Well, eventually.

Lunch turned out to be a pretty awesome time...food was awesome. Who knew Vietnamese food could be that delicious? But no bother with the muddle over that. The point is, Ruth was amazing fascinated by the small group of ducks that were waddling and swimming about on the lake at the area where the restaurant was located. She wandered off while the rest of us sat and ate and talked, and didn't return.

We later found her by the steps trying to talk to the ducks. Or so Kor and I were joking.

Oh well.

Join her. Why not?

Oh noes!

Turns out there were geese too. Two, one white and one brown. While the ducks were acting like their distant cousins and being chickens by keeping their distance, the brown goose put on a pretty fearless act.

He walked up to us.

Right out of the water....

..and started flapping his wings.

Like, LOL.

I guess it was really comical, when the white one followed suit in his actions.

And then my aunt showed up with a loaf of bread she'd bought at the store, and the moment we threw a tiny piece, chaos ensued.

The two geese started yelping like hungry dogs, and it was hilarious. But scary. I was half-afraid they were gonna come up to me and start a peck attack for the bread I held in my hand.

Besides, they were slowly but surely waddling towards us. Ruth freaked out when he put his beak in her face, and we both went flapping away ourselves. Hahahahahaa.. ha.

You gotta admit, Brown Goose had guts to approach us up close.

While they pruned themselves, we posed.

(Oh, and that bread bag floating on the water ain't ours. Stupid irresponsible people. Ruining the wonderful artificial beauty of the lake.)

 After we'd ran out of bread, the poor feathered residents still remained hopeful for more. I felt pretty bad, and would've bought more bread but we had to leave. *SOB* I did so love feeding ducks. Who knew there was such satisfaction watching the battle for bread amongst pea-brained webbed-feet creatures?

One last official photo.

See that bread bag at the bottom left? Yes, that's ours. And we threw it away.

In the dustbin. WE'RE GOOD PEOPLE. *Cough*

Oh, and also, I forgot to mention that whilst the feeding frenzy, shoals of fish and two tortoises decided to come join in the free meal too. I can't remember the countless times a fish nicked the bread from the edge of a duck's beak. I figured the fish didn't need anymore food(technically the ducks and geese didn't either, look at their size! Ready for roasting.), so I threw the bread as close as possible to the feathery ones. I guess you could say I'm quite biased. Oh well. I eat fish, not ducks.

I tried my best to get some bread into the poor little bumbling tortoise's mouth, but it was just too slow. I felt so sorry for it, cause I have a soft spot for little tortoises having had them for years as pets.

Still, I think the little things get food everyday from the students who have nothing better to do but throw food at them. They're well fed, I believe.

I do want to go back and feed those ducks again, but it'll prolly never be the same with students running around and not a single moment's peace anywhere. I guess; I'll just have to wait.

Patience is not one of my better virtues.