We live near a river (which looks like a canal, but it is technically the Jordan River). Ducks often come right up the the wrought iron fence around our patio. Punkin loves to feed them bread. They come right up the the fence and calmly wait to be noticed. It is like their own private drive-thru. They back up a little as the almost two year old runs outside yelling "I got bed! (she leaves the second sound out of double consonants) Then she heaves the whole piece over the railing and watches as they fight over it. "More bed!" she yells and in she runs to get another piece. I try to tell her to tear it in pieces, and sometimes she'll tear it in half, but over the railing it goes. She loves it, the ducks love it, and I love watching it. We do go through a lot of bread that way though. Our local bread store will sell a grocery sack full of bread that is "not for human consumption" for $2.00 I am going to have to get some of that just so when the ducks come by on their rounds wanting fed, the good bread gets left in the kitchen. It is almost a daily ritual with those two ducks. Tomorrow though, they might get Cheerios.
