8. An Animal

On the same night that Dave became one with the golf course, we paid a visit to our friends at the college lake.

Meet Quackers and Wackers. 

The kids and I had the pleasure of meeting them at a picnic a few weeks ago. We took a stroll down to the water and the ducks waddled right up to us, quacking softly. I ran back up the hill for a piece of bread, and we fed them until it was gone. They were not shy about it and they followed us around for the rest of the afternoon. The kids loved it.

The other night, we had some leftover french fries so we fed them again. This time, Wackers wouldn't come out of the water, but it was okay because Luke made it his job to throw the fries as hard as he could so that Wackers could eat, too. A couple of times I was really afraid I was going to have to launch myself into the nasty, green water, because it looked like he was about to throw his whole self in along with the french fries.

Then Dave decided to see if Quackers would take the fries from his hand, and he did, and he doesn't understand the "Easy" command we taught Georgia so long ago as to preserve little fingers. He became emboldened then, waddling up to the kids and snatching the fries. It was both funny and intimidating - especially when he mistook Luke's little brown fingers for a fry. Luckily, ducks don't have teeth, so while it was shocking to feel his beak, it didn't hurt.

We told them goodnight when all the fries were gone and promised to visit again soon. I'm pretty sure Ella and Luke believe they are our ducks.