I was running on one of the trails behind my house the other day when I came across these:
There’s a ditch alongside one of the paths that I run and there was a little family of ducks right in the water!
It reminded me of the times when I was little and my mom would take me to the library. There was a little pond with ducks nearby, so we’d always bring our old bread and feed it to them. I asked Kevin once, “Didn’t you ever go to the pond and feed the ducks with your mom?” And he looked at me like I was a crazy person.
I’m not a crazy person.
I think I may carry some old bread to feed to the ducks on my next run.