It's a very cold day here in the South, and I couldn't find my ducks in their usual spot this morning. So I did a slow roll along the shore with my window down, calling for them. They know my voice and suddenly I heard a quack, I recognized it as Whitey, and I called them some more.

Then they appeared from their hunker down spot along the shoreline, quacking like crazy. They had a great breakfast, they need this food as the temps drop.

Goose wasn't there. The whole big flock of geese was gone yesterday because they knew the freeze was coming, but Goose must have flown off on his own today. I'm very fond of that bird, hope he's ok...

Update: He's still here, fed him this morning! (11/15)