We were walking along, watching the rabbits, and just talking about life. Suddenly, there was a huge flapping of wings to my right, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a big bird rise up in the dark out of the tall grass. It startled me so much - I thought at first it was an owl because it was so big, and L thought it was a pheasant. But then it started flying in circles around our heads, loudly quacking. It was a damn duck. And he was mad.
A second one also flew up, and both of them flew in large circles above and around us, quacking and quacking. They would fly kind of close above our heads in the dark, and then circle around and come back again. Finally, we were far enough away that they stopped dive bombing us and just flew around all agitated. I think Donald and Daisy were protecting a little nest.
By that point we were off the trail, and had stepped onto the street for the neighborhood portion of the walk. I looked at L and said, "Well, that was wacky." And L looked right back at me and said "No, it was quacky."