Duckies!

My pantry has a way of hiding things from me.  The other day, I found three bags of bread that just had the heels and maybe one other piece.  Believe me, I'm not one to discriminate against bread and bread products!  The pieces seemed a little crispy to make poor John a sandwich out of, so I decided it would be fun to take the bread to the little park near our house and feed the ducks.  Cora and I chose a day that John could come with us because somewhere locked in the deep recesses of my brain, I have a slight recollection of being chased by a goose when I was in kindergarten.  I also have a memory of being made to eat cat food a la the Fancy Feast commercials during that same kindergarten year. {insert nervous laughter}  I'm thinking some of my memories may have been slightly embellished by an overactive imagination!  (My kindergarten teacher was AMAZING by the way!  She's one of the reasons I became a teacher.)  Wow, chasing rabbits a bit, am I??!!

So, we headed to the park to feed the ducks.

"Ducks, come 'ere!"

Apparently, we have very well-fed ducks in our neighborhood.  They were not at all interested in my slightly crispy bread.  I guess they get enough bread thrown at them that they have developed discriminating palates!

We did finally get a couple of them to take a few bites.

But, we mostly ended up feeding the turtles (Hi! Junior Junior!)

and the fish.

So, we decided to head for the park. It's fun to see how adept Cora is at the playground equipment now.  

She climbed through the tunnel by herself several times, and loved going down the slide 'all by yourself' as she calls it.

WHEEEEEEE!

My big girl!