the ducks starting coming out of the water wanting to be fed. Then a squirrel came up for some food! The boys started screaming at the top of their lungs. You would think they saw an alligator, instead of ducks and a squirrel.
We quickly went back to the car--and I remembered one of my terrifying duck feeding stories.
We were in Idaho visiting my cousins--we went to the park for a picnic. They had a little duck pond, and I went with my bread in hand and started to feed the ducks. Then I ran out of bread--the entire pond of ducks started to chase after me--I think it was one of the scariest moments of our life.
My boys like the story.
My boys, ever the problem solvers, came up with some pretty good ideas about duck feeding.
If I want to go feed the ducks, I need to go while they are in school. Although they weren't so sure that Gypsy Girl liked feeding the ducks either. (So maybe I need to go and feed the ducks by myself???)
The other rule: only go duck feeding when Daddy is home. A great idea!
Have you ever been chased down by a flock of ducks?

