One of my earliest memories involves feeding the ducks at a local park. My mom brought the remainder of a loaf of Wonder White Bread, which was on its way to being stale. I went up to the water at the park with my mom and repeatedly stuck my hand in that white bag with the bright primary colored dots. The ducks fought each other off to get a carb-filled treat. But suddenly, we were out of bread. The ducks weren’t happy. As my mom and I walked away they followed us towards the parking lot. She made me quicken my pace until we were safely in the car. Once they retreated we drove away.
I’ve fed ducks since that late 1970’s day, but Isabelle hasn’t fed them — until today. We met up with some friends at a wonderful park we’d never been to before. Lititz Springs Park boasts a long channel of water with ducks who are less aggressive than the ones of from that early childhood memory of mine. The other family brought a loaf of bread for the kids to use to feed the ducks. I had to teach Isabelle how to tear off small pieces of bread to share with the ducks. She kept wanting to give them a quarter or even a half of a piece of bread initially. But once she watched her friend and his older sisters model the right amount to feed them, she was able to imitate them and throw a just-right amount of bread into the water. She squealed with delight every time the ducks gulped up the bread she tossed. Every time she finished tossing she requested “mahr peeeeas” (more please), which was beyond adorable.
Feeding the ducks. Such a simple activity to delight young ones on a play date.