A Day at the Duck Pond
Brenda Starr and I went to Reid Park today. I'm sorry if you are stuck in your homes, fed up to your eyeballs with Snow Days. We stripped off our sweatshirts half-way through our stroll. A prophylactic pee, as Brother instructed my nieces, is a necessary and wise step to take before embarking on any kind of physical activity. This sign on the bathroom door led to much snarkiness, although the event itself was unremarkable. Then, it was off to meander around the duck pond, marveling at all we did not know about our amphibious friends. This fellow has a lovely brown head and longer than average feet. Ruler of the roost, this fellow was followed by three beautiful ladies in white We never did figure out why this one wing was stuck up in the air, or why this one has such odd feet. Brenda Starr carried stale hot dog buns which we provided, gratis, to the beasts. It was only after we had tossed the empty ba...