You bring some bread out to our pond and call the ducks.
Some guineas show up and some ducks and a rooster, timidly they approach.
Then the flock grows, more ducks quacking and a few gobbling turkey some pushy hens.
You check for more bread as the hungry flock grows even larger.
The turkey put on a little dance for you and the bread, watching your hands.
You are out of bread and they know it. You are surrounded.
Perhaps you should have brought out another loaf to the pond. Not a crumb
can be found after the feasting has stopped. You back away slowly, hoping
they don't follow you back into the house.
But they are watching you, they know where you live. They will be back.