Monday, March 23, 2009

Ducks of the Dead

When I was posing for my sister to take pictures of me, these two ducks start coming near us, blocking us from the lake near our photo shoot. We were okay with it and we told them that we didn't have food (as if they could understand us) and as we were finishing we were walking along the lake and the mother duck (I think it was) was waddling along behind us. I thought she was following, but when we stopped to take a picture of her, the daddy duck, and the baby duck we had spotted in the lake, she kept going, but we managed to get pictures of them all. The mom had murder written on her face so I ran and my sister came behind me.
Never cross a wild duck.

No comments:

Post a Comment