When I was a child one of the highlights of visiting my Grandparents, one set in Virginia, the other set in Pennsylvania, was going to feed the ducks. In Virginia we drove to the James River and brought along stale bread in a bag and scattered it out for the ducks to gobble up. In McDonald we walked down the lane to a yard full of all types of ducks. I think those early happy encounters are why I still love the sight and sound of a flock of ducks. Their quacking, waddling walk and bright beady eyes always seem to fill me with instant joy. I remember one of my favorite books as a child was the story of the duck “Ping.” Here is a quick little look at the ducks who live near my house.
A few years ago I met up with this swan at Parvin State Park in New Jersey. Fun!
