Super Fowl!

Look at that thing! Chasing people around the boat trying to feed on them...glad it's out there feeding and not coming after us! That's the biggest damn swan I've ever seen!

As we were gazing in fear and amazement out at Super Swan, our eyes slowly drifted to the side, where we notice normal sized swans recon-ing our position on the beach....we were not really sure what was going on, but it appeared that all the birds were working together for some goal....coordinating....or something....what the hell are they up to?

So, mom and I were down on the ground trying to take it all in, just trying to see what all these birds were up to, while at the same time admiring the little ducklings. We still couldn't figure it out, but damn they did look hungry!

And then....like a marching band of mindless robots, the attack began! The conspiracy became all to clear, and all too real: The Super Swan has commanded his normal sized swan minions to tell the foot-soldiers - the ducks - to attack and seize the beachhead! And, while we were admiring the little baby duckies, the adult ducks had been slowly grouping behind us! RUN!

Before we could fully assess the situation, they were on us: wave after wave of soft pillow-filler; they attacked. Pushing back the humanoids like so many little crumbs of tasty bread.

Quacking as they came, orange foot step after orange foot step, shaking the ground, one after another, slowly but steadily pushed up the beach.

As one of the ducks crested the shore, he gave me the stink eye and a very loud squawk!

It was horrible! At the peak of the attack, mom picked me up and rescued me and beat a hasty retreat...my hero! She then proceeded to tell me that I still reeked of vomit and that maybe it was that smell that was driving the birds to attack....sure, blame the helpless.