It's hard to dislike ducklings

Kind of had a busy day today, but managed to sneak in a spot of birding this afternoon. I went to Daisy Hill forest, and found a plague of crows, and not much else. (All the watering holes and creeks are almost completely gone now... need rain...) As I was driving back from there, I passed a couple of Wood ducks on the side of the road, with two tiny little fluffy forms.

I stopped and walked back to them, to find two tiny tiny ducklings with mum and dad. Dawww. They were happy for me to stand around taking their pics. As I was leaving, a couple walking on the footpath told me of a family of 6 ducklings at a local park

MOARRRR DUCKLINGS? I'M TOTALLY THERE!

Now Wood Ducks aren't the most popular duck in my family. I grew up on a lettuce farm, and Wood Ducks enjoyed eating lettuce almost as much as us humans do. So to my parents, they were a pest and a menace. I've always had a more philosophical approach - Wood ducks don't know they're meant to be mean, Indian Mynahs aren't by their nature evil things, it's just what they are.

Anyway, I toddled off to the local park, and discovered not 6, but 8 ducklings!

Now some terrible, inconsiderate, probably well-intentioned person had obviously been throwing bread to the ducks. Which made me grumpy. But these people aren't inherently evil, and probably don't know any better.

Anyway, TL:DR - here are the ducklings!

The funny thing was, I only had my 150-500 lens with me, and after I sat down on the grass, the ickle duckies kept coming right up to where I was sitting, and I couldn't focus that close. Nice problem to have.