At Ribby Hall (can't be bothered making a link, read yesterdays post!) our cottage was on the edge of a small lake / large pond. As you would expect, there were a lot of ducks around; fat ducks, i mean, really fat ducks. I don't think I saw any of them flying. I don't think any of them could.
They were a bit scary too. If you opened the door they assumed you would be feeding them (as if they needed it) and charged quackily towards the door. In fact, in order to get the fat quackers charging at you you merely had to flick the latch on the doors and they'd come running.
I filmed this happening, and if I get time to sort it out I'll post it on here in the next few days. For fat ducks, they can't half move quickly!
MaFt
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