Feeding the ducks
June 24, 2009 by Tellie
Filed under My Inner Kindlings
When I use to live in England it was my honor to be in the presence of the Queen’s ducks. They occupied a pond close to where I lived. These ducks weren’t just regular ducks, they seriously belonged to the Queen. If you just so happened to accidentally run over one of these ducks with your car, you’d better run for it because you’d have to pay a VERY hefty fine, as these were the “Queen’s ducks” (totally off topic, but in my British town if you hit a cow you have to pay for the cow, all the milk it would produce, and the cows that cow would have had and all the milk they would have produced, and all the cows they would have had and all t he milk they would produce? it would be cheaper to buy a new cow…but NOOOO…anywhoo back to the subject at hand). Hypothetically speaking, if one these royal ducks were to choke on a piece of bread I gave them, I would be in legal trouble. So, if a bunch of ducks decided to cross the road, stop midway, and sit, you better believe traffic would have to stop until the ducks decided otherwise.
Maybe it’s the American in me that doesn’t understand why so much respect should be given to a bunch of birds (sorry if I have offended anyone from the England), but either way, I got to feed some ducks for the first time in my life.
I ended up attending a potluck and this pond just so happened to be nearby
I saw a small family feeding the ducks. They looked so content and happy.
The girl was especially fond of the ducks.
It looked like so much fun and since these were not the “Queen’s ducks”, I knew I could finally join in, without fear of killing a duck!
I ran inside to get some bread and came out to feed the ducks with my friend. By the time I had come back, the little boy was in trouble for attempting to jump in the water (or something along those lines), and they quickly left.
Me and my friend continued to feed the ducks anyway.
That is not me. That is my friend
Finally at the tender age of 20-something I got to feed the blasted ducks.
Of course if I ever were to run over the queens ducks, I’d keep on rolling. No ducks were harmed in the making of this post. Promise!
