We made a quick trip to the duck pond down the street just before the weather changed and the birds flew south.
And there sitting in the tree was this guy
The ducks were swimming
and flying after the bread we were feeding them
Ev thought it would be a good idea to try to run down the hill
She almost saved herself.
Max was yelling from the hill top. He just likes the opportunity to use his "outside" voice.
We used some sticks as a makeshift rake and piled the leaves up. Then played in them
and rested in them
Ev wasn't so into the whole leaf pile thing.
And that was our trip to the duck pond.
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