Crazy Duck Grandma

I am in no way a morning person. Not even a little bit. You can ask anyone I've ever lived with - I have a no eye contact, no talking rule before I've had at least one cup of coffee. Anyway, I don't understand why anyone would get up any earlier than they absolutely have to in order to do things that are not completely necessary. But there is this woman, let's call her crazy duck grandma, who gets up every single day and drives to a parking lot next to the river at 8:25 AM in order to feed the ducks. This happened even when it was -3 degrees outside. That's some pretty intense dedication. She feeds at least a hundred ducks and swans every morning. It's not like she is bringing half a loaf of bread that has gone stale to these birds, she is bringing a GIANT bucket of bread crumbs. It is this big:

Seriously, I don't know how she lifts it. Or where all the bread comes from, for that matter. Is she buying multiple loaves of bread every day and tearing them into small pieces for them? Anyway, it is kind of sweet that this woman does this every morning. Today was a different story though.

I was driving in and saw this woman get out of her car, leave her door open, and go to the back seat to haul out the bucket o' bread, which to my surprise she lifted once again with no problem. She started pouring the bread out on the ground and on top of the ducks' heads and was so preoccupied with this that she totally missed the fact that one swan was walking away from her and all the other ducks/swans. It was heading towards her car and eventually got to the open door. After studying it for a minute the swan decided the warm car was more enticing than the stale bread and started to get inside the front seat. The woman finally noticed what was going on and dropped the bucket, causing all the ducks/swans to start fighting each other for the unprotected food. She ran over to the car and then just kind of stood helpless - I mean, what are you going to do? Grab a wild bird and try to force it to get out? That sounds like a disaster. When I left the swan was halfway into the car and showed no signs of stopping. I think that if it were me I would just give up at that point and find a new car. I kind of wonder what happened. And if she'll be back tomorrow.