Last week my two older boys were in a daily morning summer camp so it was just Rhett and I on the town. On Wednesday we were meeting some friends at the park so we went a little early with a large bag of old bread to feed the ducks before play commenced.
Quite honestly I was pretty proud of myself for getting us to the park early and not forgetting the bread.
Rhett started tossing the bread to the ducks.
The ducks looked in our direction.
The ducks examined our offering.
The ducks deemed it not good enough.
The ducks walked away.
Great, ducks with an attitude.
Rhett ran around trying to force-feed them for awhile much to their disgust and I ended up taking a nearly full bag of bread back to the car.
The next day after we dropped the older boys off at camp again I looked down on the minivan floor and saw the bread. I decided we would go to a different park where the ducks might be hungrier…and more appreciative.
On the way to park #2 I was driving on a six lane divided road which came to a complete stop.
Make way for ducklings…a mother duck and two ducklings stopped traffic on both sides of the road to cross to the other side.
*insert modified chicken joke here*
Well, to clarify, there was a lady who risked her life to get those ducks across the street.
It was a impromptu duck parade right through the middle of town.
So, we get to the second park and the ducks RAN TO THE CAR TO GREET US.
Finally, some grateful ducks.
Rhett was delighted. He tore small pieces off of pieces of bread, hot dog buns and old toast.
He threw them high.
He threw them low.
He giggled when he hit the duck beak target.
And then the duck mood changed…
The ducks turned and started running AWAY from us.
The ducks were running away from us.
The ducks were running toward a lady who had come to the park with corn kernels.
And we were left holding a nearly empty bag of bread.