I woke up this morning to the sound of some ducks quacking up a storm. I admit, I was a little bit annoyed at first (“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”), but when I drew the curtains I immediately felt a pang of guilt. I was greeted by over a dozen wee ducklings and their parents (I assume) waddling around my back door. I squealed with delight and ran for my camera. Why is it that everything small is cute? And fluffy?