Well I might well. However, Frank W Harvey was a just a bit sentimental; in fact ducks' lives can seem like the troubles of the world in microcosm: precarious, filled with fear and violence not only from predators (he does acknowledge this to a point) but sometimes from each other.
Still, let's not dwell on that, they are beautiful comical things too. For which reason people like to feed them, as here at Waltham Abbey:
and geese and pigeons too. I rather miss this custom, which is not so widespread here in France; we have tried it but the ducks generally seem rather uncertain about the nature of the bargain; perhaps they don't care for baguette as much as Hovis sliced, or perhaps until more recent times, for ducks in close proximity with humankind, it might have been less clear who'd end up feeding whom.
The abundance of food can lead to overcrowding in urban duck populations in the UK, which can lead to problems, yet the sight of tame, sleek, duck families is endearing.
Ducks and drakes:
Duck and numerous ducklings:
They are a social focus for humans too; the ritual of duck feeding is a shared and friendly thing, people stopped and talked about them, discussed the numbers of ducklings.
And then they quack...