Duck. Yesterday we drove to Memorial park to feed the ducks. We fed ducks, we fed pigeons, we fed a brave squirrel, we tried to bonk a bullying goose on the head with chunks of bread (but we missed so he just ate them instead). And then Lee said, “Is this a walk away day or a chase the ducks day?” I said, “Chase the ducks.”


Pigeons exploded, fat ducks scattered.

All three of us laughed. We’re so naughty.