This is a bird note.

Twice every day, a rapt audience gathers at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis Tennessee to see six local celebrities.

Five of them are ducks.

Duckie, duckies.

The sixth is the hotel's head duckmaster, Keenan Walker, who leads them in the Duck March.

Each morning, Keenan goes to the roof into the $200,000 duck palace to retrieve the talent.

All right, y'all.

I got everybody warmed up for you down there.

Now we got to go march some hope into that lobby

and put some smiles on some faces.

All right, here we go, y'all.

Good.

There you go, watch a step, y'all.

Very good.

He leads the ducks to the elevator, signals to the lobby to start the John Philip's Susan music.

All right, Duckie. See we go?

And when the door is open, the ducks march down a red carpet, up some steps and into the hotel's ornate fountain. Good morning duckies. The ducks swim about the fountain until the afternoon, when the Duckmaster marches them back to their palace on the roof.

People travel from all over to see this surreal

local tradition. The Peabody ducks go back to 1933 to an incident involving the

manager of the hotel, live duck decoys for a duck hunt, and a bit too much Tennessee whiskey.

Guests were charmed to find ducks swimming in the hotel fountain the next morning.

And it became a tradition to have ducks live in the hotel fountain the next morning.

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