There is a rift among the ducks and they now hang out as two separate groups. Whitey, Blue and a wild one are in one group, with the other four in the second.

They approach me from different spots and converge at my bag. Then instead of them all lining up in a row waiting for my hand to pass their beaks, the groups fight among themselves. They seem way more territorial, than hungry.

And poor goose gets picked on from both sides, but he can take it.

I suppose I should mosey over to our local community college and sign up for Duck Psychology 101. Something is definitely going on with these guys, and I'm probably the only person in the park that's aware of it.

When I returned home, Daniel came over and gave me a new hat. He and his wife Jen drove down to Buc-ees convenience store, South of Huntsville in Athens, AL, off I-65. They spent hours there.

Daniel has been raving about this place since he stopped there coming back from a convention in Georgia. He keeps saying I gotta go, it will blow my mind. I don't know if he's noticed, but my mind has been blown for a while now.

But he's right, a road trip to an Alabama convenience store an hour away might be great for me. Tuesday looks nice! I've been watching Buc-ees YouTube videos and I've learned that they don't allow semi-trucks or overnight parking. I'll have the pulled brisket sandwich for lunch.

Daniel also loves to buy me hats, for some strange reason. He's bought me four and I love them. The newest is on the right. I'm missing one, the little dapper beret thing. Hopefully it's around the house but the last I remember wearing it, was on that Christmas Cruise...

Taken in the large bathroom of my handicap room, Christmas Caribbean Cruise.

Update: Daniel lost his identical cap, so I stepped up and bought us each another one.