When I saw these quackers' photos, I remember my kindergarten song...Rubber Duckie and my father's ducks. At the back of our house, we had this much-loved little pond which became a playground for the ducks my father raised. A gleam in my eyes when I saw your post, as I can reminisce about the ducks my father raised from my childhood.

Rushing out to go home to feed them every day after school, gives me a high spirit. As soon as they spotted me, they would spring around in wild excitement, forming a lively little crowd around me. The way they eagerly waited for those pellets and the excitement in their quacks, brought a smile to my face. To watch them eat, splash around, and even play with one another brings joy to me. Those moments by the pond are some of my happiest memories, thanks to the delightful ducks my father raised and thanks to your blog. It made me go back to my childhood days.