Feeding Ducks

Our friends invited us to a fundraiser for someone running for state assembly and it was held at a lake right by our house so Spencer wanted to go for "good will."

It ended up being a beautiful evening and after some good bbq and meeting the candidate we left the party and headed for the ducks.

We came prepared with bags of bread and the kids absolutely loved it.

Does anyone else have a totally irrational fear of the big white ducks or geese or whatever those scary aggressive birds are? I do. It might stem from being chased by one while camping as a child, or by how stinkin' fast they can run while stretching out their looong necks and snapping beaks, honking ferociously. Hey, maybe it isn't so irrational after all...

My kids did not inherit my fear and I tried hard not to infect them by biting my tongue as they hand-fed the wild beasts. It was going to be Spencer's fault if they ended up maimed for life.

Luckily, all was well and in the end everyone had all their digits in tact and kept their cool in the face of such terrifying animals. Even me.