Ducks almost seem to be born with a smile on their face. Their bills have that little curve that always suggests a smile. So that curve is only there because it is the perfect design for sifting small bits of food from the water. To me the ducks are always smiling. And I'm sure the mother ducks trailing a Badelynge of little bobbling dabs of glowing life are smiling the happiest and most contented smiles of all. But I know it is tough being a duck and toughest of all being a little snack-sized duck. She keeps smiling though as the eleven becomes ten, and the ten becomes seven, the seven becomes five. Some will make it won't they? Of course they will. These happy smiling balls of eating frenzy have conquered the world already.