Feeding the ducks

There is a river? pond? canal? that goes through our neighborhood. There are TONS of ducks that live there, so we like to go down and feed them now and again. Today we took Emmaline and Jane to see what they would think of the ducks.


Now, feeding the ducks little pieces of bread is cool, but sometimes you have to liven things up a bit, right? Being the adult who paid for the bread, you can determine how big the pieces should be. And sometimes it just needs to be the entire slice. I think the ducks agree.


And in case you've been worried about whether or not you have sufficient insurance coverage, the Aflac duck is there to answer any questions you may have.


If that isn't enough diversity for you (since there is only one Aflac duck in the entire area...), the pond is also well stocked with huge, ugly fish. The picture is a little hard to see, but I was trying to capture a shot of how big and fat they are.


And in case you missed it, here is a picture of a fish's mouth. The body is proportionately large. One of the best (and most disgusting) parts of feeding the ducks is hearing the fishes' mouths slap open and closed on the water. Imagine thirty large fish all smacking their lips at the same time... (do fish have lips?)


All told, it's pretty entertaining. Even the girls thought so.


And if that wears you out, you can go home, relax, and enjoy a nice book.

P.S. Notice how Jane's toe sits up on top of the other toes...it's always been like that, since she was born. I had a dream the other night that she died (we won't dwell on that part) and the thing that I was most sad about was that I wouldn't ever find out if her toes would eventually lay flat or if they would stay like that forever...funny the things that we worry about sometimes...

But that has nothing to do with ducks.