Duck Tales

My mom and I took Mason to Bellefonte to feed the ducks yesterday. We started out slowly, finding two tame-ish looking ones that weren't flocked to the little girl with the hot dog buns like the eighty-five other ducks in the park. The pair waddled up to us and I gave Mason a piece of bread. He wasn't sure whether to hold it or throw it or eat it, so he froze. That was when the ducks got vicious.

Okay, not vicious. Just impatient. But Mason did get pretty scared. He caught on quick, although he wouldn't throw the bread to the ducks. He wanted the ducks to come to the bread.

So he held out his bread and waited.



There isn't a picture after that last one because the duck snatched the bread and ran away, leaving Mason breadless and hysterical. So we moved on to what we hoped were friendlier ducks.

Turns out, Mason loves ducks!

Mason loved watching the fish, too; so much that he actually stopped eating bread and threw it down to them.



I promised we'd go back soon.