Anyone like ducklings?

I felt sorry for the little guy. He would come over to have a look at the commotion caused by people feeding the water birds, craftily skirt round to the front of the pack, and did alright for himself, then head off over to the other side of the pond crying out in his little whistly cheepy voice. I can't help thinking he was calling out for mum and dad but they weren't in attendance or were oblivious.

I know feeding is against your principles M-L but at least these people were using what looked to be rolled oats or rolled barley not bread like most of the imbeciles.