The little pond by the preschool has a walking path, a playground and these little guys.

Although it’s so close to our house, we hardly ever stop by.

This morning, it wasn’t too hot so Caroline and I headed over to feed the ducks.

{wait….are these things ducks? Or geese? Because here in the south geese are those mean black-nosed things, but ducks are sweet green-headed things. These guys are neither of those. Maybe they are “deese”…??}

I guess this was considered their breakfast, since they nearly knocked her down trying to get to the White Wheat hot dog buns.

Sometimes? I feel that way about food, too.