The Ducks Go Marching

This week, I wound up in Little Rock, AR for a few days. Which was very nice, if I do say so myself.

To backtrack, there is a hotel in Memphis I have always wanted to check out, called The Peabody. My grandfather has been telling me about it for years, because there are ducks that live there, and they come marching down from their room at the hotel every morning (in the elevator) to the lobby, and then march back up every afternoon. There is a whole story about these hunters who used them as decoys and they wound up in the fountain.... Anyway as it turns out, they have a Peabody in Little Rock too, and I was finally able to see my ducks!