Springtime, duck pond
We know it’s finally really spring in Maine when it’s warm enough to get in the stroller and walk to the duck pond, stopping on the way to get a loaf of cheap bread to feed to the birds. There are ducks and some massive seagulls (seagulls in Maine are the size of dogs, seriously), and I spend way too much time trying to make sure each species gets its share of bread.
This was Zuzu’s first time feeding the ducks.
She says, “Give ME some bread!”
Then she shows me how her hair is just like a fuzzy duckling’s.
And so she should be allowed to have some bread, too.
Don’t tell Henry we went to the duck pond. I generally try to pretend that we do the world’s most boring things while he’s in school, and mostly we do, but about once every five months we do something fun.