Stop in for a cup of coffee

If it looks like a duck and it walks like a duck it must be a duck. What the ****. These ducks were living earlier today. But now they are on my table. Good news is, I did not have to eat the feet or any of the other **** nobody in America wants. They cut the breasts out of the duck and grilled them for me. Pretty F'n good... And of course a few beers to go with it...