The stampede:

I doubt these fowl are underfed. But still, they came-a-charging as soon as they heard the soft unfolding of the bread bag.
No need to beg! Plenty for all!

Surrounded.

"Um...so where's, um, my bread? I really would like some soft, white, sugary bread. Like. Now."

He and I bonded quickly. I sensed he knew I married a fellow Canuck.

"So are they out of bread? How long do we have to peck at this snow before they throw some more?"


Converging.



1 comment:
What fun! That brings back such memories. I haven't fed the ducks since I had little kiddos at home.
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