That's what I figured. She got her point across loud and clear. I hate to laugh about it but this is the sweetest girl any other time. She just doesn't want to be carried. My Cayuga Drake, Stormy, bites the entire way. He doesn't like to get my skin in his bill but I figured that's because he thinks my clothes are my feathers, so he steadily rips, yanks and jerks at my "feathers" for the entire walk. Once I put them back down on the ground and they let me know how angry I just made them, we're a happy family until the next morning. I keep waiting for Tom to start charging at me with her 3lb self. Thankfully, they'll happily follow me back down to the duck house at night. I wish they'd follow me in the morning but their duck house is right on the bank on the pond and I know they'd be on the pond before I could even utter their names. My Pekin with a bad limp due to bone erosion from chronic bumblefoot, is kept in the fenced area because I lost my Mallard to a neighbor dogs. All of the ducks started hanging out at the fence wanting to be close to my Pekin, Honey. I didn't feel like they were safe being so far from the water, so I just started putting everyone in the fence. They just absolutely HATE being carried up there every morning