The ducks that lived on the pond outside my dormroom were very sociable, regardless of whether you had a stack of saltines in your hand or not. In general, if you were hanging out on the pond's edge, they'd swim over and hang out. When it would storm (as it is wont to do through September and October here), the whole "family" (five adults and one youngling who was smaller and brown) would come hang out by our doors since the eaves would shelter them from the heavy rains and mild hail. And in the first week of November, when the weather was JUUUUUUUST perfect to the point that you'd just leave your dormroom door open all day...I sat in my beanbag one Saturday morning and started an 8-hour binge of Chrono Trigger. That brown youngling waddled right into my dormroom, quacked at me once, then turned towards my TV, sat down, and watched me play games for a good 30 minutes (Black Omen raid...very exhausting). It got up and went back outside after Queen Zeal wiped my party twice in a row.
Those ducks were nice. Probably among the classiest friends I made in my two years in that dormroom.