I have fond memories of feeding the ducks as a child. I used to go with my grandad to Bents. (local garden centre) for lunch and we would ask at the cafe for the loaf ends that weren’t used to make sandwiches and feed them to the ducks at the on site pond.
So whilst today was a crisp autumnal day it seemed the perfect time to take my little man to feed the ducks. We wrapped up warm and headed off to a local park. We walked hand in hand, kicking the leaves and made our way to where the ducks were with our loaf of bread. What a lovely day!
As soon as they spotted what we had in our hands they were over. Not just one or two but about 25! Little O liked throwing the bread, but seeing as he is only 2 he can’t really throw it that far so the ducks came closer and closer, until he was hiding behind my legs. One cheeky bird snatched the bread right out of his hands. Slightly unnerving, but manageable as they were fairly small ducks.
Lurking in the background was a giant big swan. I have a slight phobia of swans, beautiful as they are, they scare the hell out of me and this one started to come towards me. I threw it a full slice to get it away, which it polished off in no time and then came back for more. It was eyeing up what was in my hands and I couldn’t get the bread out of the packet quick enough. At this point I was stood in the park surrounded by a bunch of aggressive ducks being egged on by their swan ring leader. Seriously, it was like a scene from The Birds (okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but not far off)
So what does a responsible adult and mother do? Put my hands up and scream for it to get away, whilst keeping Little O safe behind my legs. I must have looked ridiculous! But then my hero came along, in the form of a lovely old lady walking her dog who shooed them all away. I was so grateful to her, and also just a tad embarassed she’d seen me cowering from a group of ducks.
Drama over, we headed to the swings and just as we do, it’s starts to chuck it down, just our luck. Park trip abandoned, time for a coffee to calm my nerves and a spot of lunch. It may be a while before I venture off to feed the ducks again, and next time I’ll be taking back-up!