Buttercup and I stopped by a park to feed the ducks this morning. She’s more of an indoor person like myself, but we have an attraction to ducks that seems genetic. There’s something about them that is so fascinating. I think it’s a mutation of that gene that causes people to watch flowing water for hours on end.

I can’t wait to have free time to just sit there in my lawn chair and “shoot” ducks.

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Later today, much better light, and more time on my hands,
“Is there dairy in that bread, eh?”

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I was sitting in the van with Buttercup. She was really, really tired and didn’t want to get out, but I thought she’d get a kick out of seeing water fowl up close and personal, from inside the nice warm van. I wanted to see if the swan would take bread from me, instead of off the ground from me. I lost my nerve, as you can probably figure out.

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