Of course, sometimes it will try to kill you because it wants food. Other times, however, it will ask nicely.
Such was the case when, doing some gardening, I was approached by a trio of ducks who then sat down and stared at me expectantly. But as I don’t normally walk around with duck chow in my pocket, I had to disappoint. Sensing a lack of forthcoming food, they wandered off.
But then they found my sump drainage line. More a retaining pool than anything, it had remained full with the amount of recent rain. And conveniently located next to that is the bird feeder, which always has seed beneath it, dropped by their messier cousins.
Satiated, they bed down for an afternoon nap.
We now have a flock of neighborhood ducks who, after being fed, decided this was a good neighborhood to live in. This is now The Year of the Duck.
Conversely, it’s also The Year of the Bees. I haven’t been stung in years, but a honey bee must have got itself stuck in my boot. Here’s the part where nature will also try to kill you.
Beware nature.
–Simon