Since this show has been on ironically we have been noticing more ducks in the pond in front of Mrs. Gordon's house. Mrs. Gordon is Brandon's boss and the owner of the property we live on. Despite why my Mom and Dad may have told you, or showed you...we don't own this amazing property...the upper elite does...and Brandon has the pleasure of working for them. Blah! So, with having more ducks (or I should say two main ducks that keep coming back) Brandon and I have been making a point to show them to Peyton. It is pretty amazing where we live and the wildlife we get to see so every chance we get we like to show him and educate him on all the different animals. He has seen hundreds of Elk. Every morning we get and up look out the windows to see if there are any on property. He has seen coyotes, hawks, a muskrat swimming in the pond, deer, or course all the other normal animals that are seen just about anywhere. But the ducks are safe and fun to watch, and one of them is absolutely beautiful. A week or so ago Brandon brought up that we should go out and feed them sometime. I thought that was a great idea...and so the story begins!
Brandon had left to go play tennis and Peyton and I were outside playing in the dirt and riding bikes. He got bored with the bike so I asked him if he wanted to take a walk around the pond. Of course he did! We started walking around it and he instantly wanted to go swimming in it so I explained to him that it was dirty and unsafe and there is no way in his lifetime that I will ever get in water like that with him! He is at an awesome age right now because instead of asking "WHY!?" he just says "OK Mommy." Love it! And I will cherish it while it lasts! As we are walking around the two ducks appear out of no where! Peyton got so excited! So I said, "let's get some bread to feed them!" We ran as fast as we could to the house and got the loaf of bread and went back to the pond. We started walking towards the ducks and they swam away. Instead of scaring them right away I gave Peyton a piece of bread, told him to rip small pieces off, and throw it in the water...with the hopes that the ducks might notice and come our way. Well they didn't so I attempted a duck call. HAHAHA! I was laughing at myself, and Peyton was too. But then he joined it. It was like a symphony of dying ducks! And in no way did it work to get the two ducks to come our way. What to try next, what to try next....Well I thought if we walked slowly and quietly toward them, they would stay. Sounded like a good idea but we just ended up walking back and fourth over and over and over again. Meanwhile Peyton is getting hungry so for every piece of bread he is still throwing in the pond...he is eating two. He is also becoming less and less interested and I am becoming more and more pissed at those stupid ducks! I thought ducks had more than a half of a brain...I thought they would see us throwing mass amounts of GOOD bread in the pond for them to eat and come closer to us. Nope. Then I turn around and Peyton is squatting behind and tree. I know what you are thinking...he found an awesome place to drop a deuce...nope. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "Hiding!" I said, "From who?" He said, "You and ducks!" Great! Kinda funny...actually really funny. It was time to go in and eat. Duck feeding mission failed. Ducks-1 Peyton and Mommy-0.
