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Our Sunday walk was a little different this week and we were joined by my brother and his gorgeous kiddos having decided that a little trip to the duck pond was in order. We stocked up on bread, wrapped up warm and headed to the park.

The ducks loved our visit almost as much as we did and soon we were surrounded. To begin with Coby wasn’t overly sure about the ducks getting too close (ducks are pretty monstrous when you’re less than two foot tall) but he soon came round and we had to stop him from trying to stroke them like a dog. Teeny fingers can easily get mistaken for yummy bread in a hungry duck’s eyes, don’t you know.

Ty decided it was fun to throw bread in a puddle and watch the ducks get all muddy in pursuit of tasty treats and then got totally distracted by a little Moor Hen that had found its way into the pack. We played some football, gathered some conkers and hung off trees for a while before Coby decided it was far too cold for anymore outdoor fun, and we headed home. The ducks sure were sad to see us go, but I think we’ll be back pretty soon.