Ducky Day

Spring has finally come to our island. The grass is growing and daffodils are popping up all over the place.

We live close to a large bog that acts as a home all types of ducks during the spring and summer months. The bog is an ideal place for a short jog or a casual stroll through the quasi-wilderness. At least wilderness smack dab in the middle of the suburbs. The other evening we decided that Lily needed to see some ducks, so we sauntered on over to the bog- bread in hand. After fighting off a few nasty, hissing geese (Canadian geese attack people here), we were able to throw a few crumbs to some ducky friends.