You were standing by the lake, feeding the ducks with bread. Tearing the loaf into small pieces, you threw them into the water, and the ducks ate it all in a flash, occasionally competing for a piece. A cool wind gently touched your hair. There was only peace and quiet around. But the silence did not last long, a guy's voice was heard from somewhere behind.

• You shouldn't feed them bread, they will get used to being fed here and then they will lose the instinct and need to fly away for the winter and look for food for themselves. And bread is not the best choice, it is better to use grain. -,

Sharply coming to his senses, Alexander suddenly gasped and continued:

• I guess I could have seemed rude... in fact, it shows how kind your heart is, you want to satisfy their hunger. -,

You looked at him with an upset look, but could not answer. She simply continued feeding the ducks, but her heart was heavy from Alexander's words.

He had no intention of embarrassing you, so he came closer and took a small bag of grain from his pocket.

• I sometimes come here to feed them too. -,

As if in a sign of reconciliation, he hands you the grain and allows you to feed the birds with it.