Usually it happens around sunset. Zach sounds the call -- "QUACK, quackquackquack! QUACK, quackquackquack!" And they know his voice. And they come. They know. They know that this little boy's voice means food.
Well I guess sunset can seem really far away when you're of the feathered and web feet persuasion. So this morning as I was washing the dishes... THEY came calling for HIM.
Suddenly there was a little head peeping through the hatch. It was like a neighbor child coming for a playdate. Ummm, excuse me, can Zach come out?
He was more than happy to clear off my dish washing work and share his breakfast.
I ask myself, is this who I am buying whole grain, organic cereal for?