My friend and I went to see the fireworks put on by the town of Santa Clara, CA at its Central Park. We found seats on a grassy patch near a duck pond.
All was well until the fireworks started going off and suddenly a stampede of terrified ducks jumped out of the water and dashed off past us. They couldn't get far because there were too many people blocking their egress, so they'd turn around during the pauses and head back for the pond. Then there'd be another flash and another boom and they'd turn around and start running in the opposite direction. Another boom, and there'd be even greater confusion and they'd start crashing into each other as they dashed around in utter panic.
They were clearly out of their little ducky minds with fear (and the sociopathic little kids who decided to chase after them didn't help) but there was something incredibly absurd about seeing a horde of ducks blaze past us with their webbed feet pitter-pattering on the concrete (dozens of ducks collectively make quite an audible pitter-patter.)
Eventually they did seem to get used to it, and by the time the finale came around most of them stood still near the edge of the pond, either having figured out that the flashing and booming posed no threat to them, or frozen in fear and exhausted from all their frenzied waddling. Despite the inherent humor in watching ducks scramble en masse, it was hard to enjoy something which was clearly putting these cute little creatures in such distress...