Those ducks can be kind of scary. I grew up on a farm and we had one duck that would pick fights with our family dog. Poor old Brownie would be fast asleep on the front porch and Daffy would sneak up, grap his tail and attempt to tear it off. Fur and feathers would fly and Daffy would end up in a full gallup waddle toward the pond. Brownie plucked feathers until Daffy hit the water with a big splash. The dog didn't like to get wet and the duck knew it. That war went on for almost five years.

I sure wish I had a video of that duck/dog war but at least the memory of it still gives me a chuckle.