Around this time of year (Thanksgiving is in a few weeks) my home can become full of people. One year it was quite nice here in Las Vegas, I'd say somewhere in the mid-eighties.
My family lives just North of Lake Jacqueline. One year I surprised my two daughters and took them to Lake Jacqueline. The kids had a blast just walking along taking in the views and enjoying all the company of the birds.
One person, who I believe lived in the area, was jogging along and in a "matter of fact" like tone reminded my daughters and I to not feed the birds unless it was birdseed only. I wanted to tell this jogger to "quack off" but for the sake of my daughters, I didn't.
A few years later, both of my kids had a girl scout meeting canceled. On the way home we spent a good hour or more at Lake Jacqueline. It was dark, but the birds were there.
Nothing like having a conversation with a goose or mallard.
Q: How are you?
A: Honk!
Q: Are you having a nice day?
A: Quack!
Q: Thank you for not biting or scaring my daughters.
A: Quack!