Like the rest of you, our family has been lamenting the loss of summer these past few days. Megan started back to daycare full time again last week and Aquinas starts back up this week for classes. So this weekend we were looking forward to being outside.
Yesterday, we walked to the lake by our house with some old bread to feed the ducks. Megan was SUPER excited and inwardly I hoped feeding the ducks would allow her to work on her throwing motion (don't act too surprised).
When we got to the lake there were only three ducks milling around. That would change quickly. By the time we threw a few pieces out to them, turned around and broke a bunch of pieces off for Megan, we were swarmed by, no exaggeration, 18 ducks. Which would've been fine except my beautiful daughter has no control over her throwing skills. So instead of tossing the bread in the water, Meg started spraying bread all over the ground. From that point on it was Hitchcock's "Birds" recast in the form of ducks.
At one point Jillian squealed because she turned around and almost stepped on a duck. And one brave duck even went so far as to bite bread out of Megan's hand. That freaked her out. She gave up feeding the ducks and just started shouting "Water duckies! Water!" from behind my legs at them. If it wasn't so traumatizing for her I might have laughed harder.
Despite the 'attacks' we all returned home with all of our limbs and hopefully a new found respect for the determination of ducks.
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