After picking up Alexis from school we often walk around the pond to feed the ducks. These are the best cared for ducks around. They get fed all day long and then just relax in the shade. It was when they were relaxing that Timothy decided he needed to feed the ducks, and they wanted nothing to do with it. I think they were grumpy from being awoken from napping. Timothy continued to insist that they eat. He began following them around with a piece of bread telling them, "Eat ducky, EAT!"
The ducks had enough. They turned on Timothy and started hissing and biting at his heels. Literally biting him. Luckily he had long pants on so there was no harm, physical at least. He was crying hysterically and the duck chased him long and hard. Very adamant for a duck. Now every time we pass the pond, Timothy says, "Duck bite me!" Apparently our neighborhood isn't as friendly as we thought. I knew this place was too good to be true! :)
4 comments:
Poor Timothy traumatized by a duck. Maybe he will enjoy eating duck for Christmas dinner?
LOL! He was so sad that day telling me his story.
No drive-by shootings is always a plus, enough to overshadow the biting ducks by a lot I think.
Greg is still afraid of ostrichs and ducks to this day. Poor little Timothy may forever be scarred...
Cockatoos. Ouch. Ask my sister for the story. *major eye roll*
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