{Ducks are dangerous}

Ok friends, Evette and I have a story to tell you. This story happened to us earlier today and we wish to spread the news about dangerous ducks.

We have to start this story by talking about last night. Last night I made split pea soup from scratch which was fantastic if I do say so! [thank you, recipe] We ate it in bread bowls and it served to be a delicious meal. 

looks delicious right? It was. But, it was super super filling. I was not able to finish my bread bowl, I just had the outside crust left over and not wanting to be wasteful, decided to go on a walk tomorrow and feed it to the ducks. You see, I love visiting the ducks. The husband and I went to go feed the ducks a few days before Evette was born!

Evette and I also went on a walk earlier this week to look at the ducks and take a little nap/read by the pond. It was lovely. Here are pictures to prove it:

Nice, right? Exactly. So I thought it would be perfect to bring the bread bowl and go visit the ducks again! So this morning/afternoon [depends on how you look at it/when you woke up :) ] we went for a little stroll. 

When we arrived most of the ducks were on the grass taking a nap and not in the water. But, when Evette and I pulled up with our stroller and pulled out the bread basket, they started coming:

 It was just a few ducks at first....

But then they came by the thousands. Ok, not thousands, but there were probably around 40-50 ducks swarming us. SWARMING. I'm not exaggerating when I say that there were ducks centimeters away from me quacking and wanting some bread [I obviously don't have a picture of this because I was in a slight panic]. They were seriously freaking me out. In less than 30 seconds I was completely surrounded by ducks on all sides quacking loudly. I didn't want to panic, but I was. I quickly tore up that bread and tossed it as far away from me as I could, hoping the ducks would leave or at least go chase that piece of bread, but they didn't. They stayed right close.  AHH! DUCKS everywhere. 

 At this point I had scenes from Hitchcock's "The Birds" playing over and over in my mind. I've only seen this movie once and I was pretty young, no more than 10, and it has stuck with me. What a creepy movie... Basically birds attack and kill people. Here's a clip... don't laugh, it was made in 1963 and is a terrifying movie, especially if you're like 9 years old.

I started swinging my legs around trying to get the ducks to move away, but they wouldn't budge and I ended up kicking quite a few ducks... oops! They were supposed to move but they didn't! So, as soon as the bread bowl was done I threw the ziploc bag in the compartment under the stroller and the ducks tried to go for it in there! At this point I had decided it was time to get out of there - I was afraid for my life... ok, it wasn't that bad, but close. 

So I threw Evette in the stroller and walked very briskly far away from all the ducks to another bench. I sat down to regroup and tell myself that they were just silly ducks and that they were not going to kill me. A few seconds later all the ducks started walking towards us again, quacking loudly. They were following me. I had  had enough at this point and Evette and I took off and went back home. They followed us for a little while, but once we got closer to the street they stopped. Phew! Close call. We almost got eaten by ducks.

There were 2 other people on the other side of the pond who I'm sure were trying their hardest to not laugh at my situation. I was trying my best to stay calm and handle things like a mature adult....but I'm sure that's not how it looked. Pretty sure this picture I found on pinterest sums it up:

So, that's our duck story. We survived. We came away unscathed....but be warned: do not take bread to feed the ducks if you are by yourself [a 5 week old baby doesn't count] and especially if the ducks are out of the water and can easily chase you. 

The end.