Our pet ducks???

We own alot of ducks 
Moscovi, Aylesbury & East Indian black
It is winter, our campers are gone
So all these shit machine are back

In the summer we don’t see much of them
They stay in the camping park
My husband ‘Quacks’ them indoors every night
Just before its dark

They love the people in the tents 
Thats where they do get fed
But when our park is closed for winter
Then hubby spreads corn in the shed

Only trouble with our two legged friends
They congregate at my door
Well as you can well imagine
I have to dodge the poop piles galore

They hang outside my kitchen window
Even know when we’re having our tea
Their brains must be so minute
So how they know amazes me

But each time we sit at our table
Rest assured flocks of ‘Feed mes’ will be there
All quackin’ just for our ears
Saying “Have you food to spare”