On Sunday afternoon i took the last few slices of bread from the kitchen and went down to the rivers edge to feed a small flock of ducks. The last of the bread had gone a little stale, (it's not often food gets the chance to go off in my house but Sunday morning means croissants, right?). Some of it was too hard for them to swallow, so they picked the pieces up in their bills and waddled into the water where they dropped them in, turning the bread from hard to squishy.
"How clever" i thought, the next time i find something too hard to deal with i must try to remember to do the same!
The sound of their wee webbed feet slapping against the wet sand as they ran back up to me made me
laugh out loud and if i could i would share it with you, but as it is here is a picture of the river instead.
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