The Winter of the Ducks

We have been treated to the most unusual experience this summer. It all began when Miss Ky and Master J came over to help the Comedian decorate and play in the snow-forts after school. They had been outside for quite awhile decorating and imagining that they were pioneers and hunting bears and all the wonderful things that you imagine when you are 5 or so.

When suddenly I heard the cry of "Ducks! Ducks!" so I stopped dusting the Living Room and went outside to see a huge flock of ducks (30 or so) that were landing just down the street from our house. So I went inside to see what bread ends I might have and the three of them had a ball feeding the ducks over the snowbank. One duck was incredibly brave and spied the large piece of bread that Miss Ky was holding while throwing small bits with her other hand and so it climbed right up the snow bank and bit the whole piece, startling her a bit before I could chase it off.

When the bread ran out I brought the kids inside but called another neighbor with young girls to see if her girls might want to come out and feed the ducks. While I was on the phone with her the entire flock suddenly took flight and headed South.


Now this on its own might be quite the memory to hold tight to but a week or so later NT and the Comedian had the pleasure of feeding a smaller flock in the road on the other side of our house.