My little girl loves animals, animals and insects (flies included), but the ones that go ‘quack quack’ are particularly cool.
I took my cheeky-chops to Hyde Park the other day to hang out with the ducks and swing some delicious bread their way. She had a ball and showed no fear when a rather large ducky came her way ready to peck the bread right out of her hand. Said bread was hurriedly plucked from said toddler’s hand and tossed into the lake where said duck took a rather voracious dive.
When Amelia wondered off on one of her man-on-a-mission tangents (instigated by the site of a puddle that was calling to be splashed in), I took it as a tacit sign that she was over the ducks.
Many puddles later, we discovered a herd of pigeons – yes, a herd. I took out the bread and began throwing… and stood agape as I watched my eighteen-month-old princess picking up the little pieces of bread from the grass and popping them into her mouth. The thought of germs and bugs didn’t even enter my consciousness – my daughter was depriving the poor pigeons of their lunch. I informed Amelia of this fact but she did not share my sentiment and carried on gobbling with reckless abandon. What can I say…
…you snooze, you lose.