The Mallards were there first, but just as I got to the window, the Turkey Ladies came running over from the woods. They looked like tiny velocoraptors and I thought that the ducks would fly away. They just sat there, though. I guess the draw of the food was stronger than fear of the strange creatures running towards them. I just wish I had gotten a shot of that.
In my town, you can't have chickens unless you have at least five acres, and have a working farm. I guess I'll just have to make do with these guys.