Everyday for the last 50 something years the elevator comes down at 11 a.m., the door opens, and a bunch of mallards walk out on a red carpet and jump in a pool in the lobby of The Peabody. Each evening at precisely 5 p.m. they go back up to their "penthouse" on the roof, Duckingham Palace, via the elevator. Nice Southern tradition, with an interesting history. When I'm out there, however, the kind of mallards I like to see best are lying on their back in the muddy, brown water with their red/orange feet kicking the air. Then, next best, lying on their back on a platter, nicely browned with olive oil, salt and pepper.
For your enjoyment.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82svIC2fFS0 SRH
