They're bald, billed, and bold. Accustomed to being fed delicacies such as stale cereal, stale bread, and stale crackers from their adoring fans (every four-year-old in a six-mile radius plus hand-holding couples giddy in love), the ducks living by the Clague Park pond will sideways-waddle practically right up to you. If you get tired of looking at the ducks (who, strangely, seem to appear as if they're smiling), take a walk around the pond, over the wooden footbridge, and through the little gazebo. As long as you brought an old muffin or two, the ducks won't mind.