The hotel where we’re staying has a resident duck. At dinner, he swims in the pool and then makes the rounds to the nearby dinner tables, begging for bread. Which most people provide. And then another lap around the pool. After he’s full and ready to call it a night, his preening & toilette takes place, and then he heads off to slumber under a nearby shrub. Wake up, rinse, repeat. I think he’s got this wired.