One of my earliest memories is of feeding the ducks with my Mum. It’s a fundamental part of childhood as far as I’m concerned. It’s something all kids should do, Monkey has always loved it, well almost always. Things can get rather manic if you ever decide to feed the ducks/geese and swans in the centre of Stratford Upon Avon – it’s not for the faint-hearted. Any last Saturday morning, the sun was out. Monkey and I were both feeling a bit under the weather. We didn’t want to be out for long, but I thought feeding the ducks would cheer us both up.
I do love Monkey, I was especially proud when he took the empty bread bag and put it in the bin. No prompting, just an action, an understanding that litter belongs in the bin. Sadly not all visitors to the duck pond are so well-behaved.
We enjoyed feeding the ducks, we enjoyed our stroll in the sunshine, we enjoyed seeing evidence of growing daffodils, of Spring approaching!