Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack quack...oh yeah. Dumb idea. I saw this little pond, frozen over it was...and there, asleep on the ice, were dozens of Mallard ducks. Such a pretty, colorful sight. It was then that I decided it would be a good idea to stop and snap a few pictures of the dozing feathered beauties. Uh huh. Good idea? Dumb idea. First the sentry, Gary, came to call...sensing no real danger from this odd, chubby lady, he called to his partner... ...Dolores and she in turn invited her sister and brother in law, brother and sister in law and their children...their next door neighbors, her cousins and his Uncle Earl. Then Uncle Earl brought his poker buddies and the guys from his lodge... ...who brought their wives and grandkids and their 4th cousins once removed. And what did the odd, chubby lady do? She rummaged through the car and found 10 packets of duck chow that her daughter had insisted they purchase for just such an occasion. And joy rang out amongst the ducks. The odd lady sighed and narrowly escaped with her shoestrings intact.