Our last day in Memphis brought us once again to downtown, as we went to see the legendary Peabody ducks. After a yummy breakfast in the hotel, we assembled with a flock of other duck fans and crowded around the red carpet, awaiting their 11:00am arrival. There are five ducks and a full-time (human) Duck Master who trains the ducks to make their daily trek from their penthouse suite down the elevator to the lobby, where they parade down the carpet to the lobby fountain. Actually, “parade” isn’t really quite right. I was expecting a majestic, leisurely stroll down the aisle, nodding to the serfs, waving to the wings … but their trip to the fountain could more accurately be described as a race. Within seconds, the team had sped by and up the steps into their fountain home.

french toast with carmelized bananas the red carpet speeding duckies
the lobby fountain ducks in the lobby fountain

We also wanted to stop in to see Mud Island, which is a scale model of the Mississippi river, but they are unfortunately closed at this time of year. We’ll have to see it next time we’re in Memphis.

Some scenes as we leave Memphis behind: the true meaning of convenience, a nifty manhole cover, and in the plane, newly acquired knitting gloves of doom…

the true meaning of convenience Memphis electrical utility cover knitting gloves of doom