Cindiana Jones

I was walking Annabel around the ponds today when I heard shrieking and saw two little girls, about eleven and thirteen being chased by a flock of little mallard ducks.

It was hysterical, because they had obviously been feeding the ducks when they must have realized how many there were and when they tried to move away, the ducks naturally followed the crust of bread one girl had in her hands.

I don't think they thought the ducks were really chasing after them at first.  The girls were simply enjoying the joy of something novel, but that quickly disintegrated when they moved faster and so did the ducks, who were not about to lose this opportunity to eat white bread.

I wanted to tell them there was nothing to fear from ducks. You could put a baby down in the middle of them and the only thing you'd have to worry about would be the baby hurting the ducks or eating their poop. But I was too far away to say anything, so I just watched.

The girls screamed and ran and by the time I was leaving the area they were standing back to back on top of a park bench like two little Cindiana Jones guarding each others back and protecting themselves by throwing bread to the flock of wild beasts -- terrified and loving every minute of it.