When Ducks Attack
We’re in Selma, NC at the RVacation Campground.
The ducks here are particularly aggressive if you have some bread. Poor Mason was scared.
I had to hold him and watch Angie and Max from a distance.
But the whole experience allowed for some great close-ups…
We’re just hanging out today, catching up on work, doing laundry, and waiting for Frank’s plane to get in. We’ll leave in a few hours to drive up to the Raleigh-Durham airport.
Last night we had an awesome German dinner at the Edelweiss Cafe & Bakery in downtown Selma. Normally they are just a bakery and lunch place, but on Friday and Saturday nights they do a dinner from 4:00 PM to 9:00 PM. I had the Gulasch and Angie had the Bratwurst Plate. Good stuff. Definitely worth the visit.
Tomorrow we head to Statesville for the week to pan for our fortune at the Emerald Hollow Mine.
April 23rd, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Apropos the rising cost of wheat (due, we’re told in the UK to the USA converting arable land to bio-fuel growth), one of our best cartoons shows a man chasing and beating off the ducks, and shouting at them to give him back his bread. Hope that puts it in perspective for Max and Mason. We regularly have ducks visit our garden, bang their beaks on the windows demanding something to eat and sometimes, just sometimes, they bring their little fluffy babies. Once we saw a mother duck leading her babies down the road, and the last duckling slipped down a drain. I was distraught. But a couple of young men stopped, took a crowbar from the boot of their car (yes, you might ask why they had such a tool available) took the drain cover off and rescued the duckling. And off he waddled to catch up with his Mum.