Walked outside this morning to wait with my son for the bus. I heard something fly over and look up and they were a group of 10 to 12 big ducks. From there on ducks were flying over us headed south to the marshes. For 15 minutes we watched groups of birds fly over us. Was exciting and depressing all at once. Some were flying low enough to where you could hear their wings and my son was like, "WoW, that is cool".