GO, GO, GO!!!
This is what happens every day when I let the little guys out of their pen. A blur of tail feathers streaks past, accompanied by the padded stampede of little orange webbed feet.
They look like school kids let out after the last bell has rung. But I don't blame them, as they never know what they are going to find for dinner. It is always tastier than the organic grains mom makes them eat. Sometimes they surprise me by scoring slugs the size of hot dogs. Whoever ferets one out of the grass proceeds to run about, while attempting to scarf the slimy thing down their throat. A chase ensues, as every duck tries to tackle and dislodge the "escargot" from the finder's bill. The slug carrier scoots along, head stretched high, pausing only long enough to change direction or gulp down another centimeter of slug. This cracks me up to no end. Whoever ultimately wins the prize spends quite some time struggling to swallow it, and shaking his head in a futile attempt to de-slime his palate.
I think I'll stick to organic grains, myself.