The Duck Whisperer

Bronwyn had a great time feeding and talking to the ducks at Aunt Laura’s on Sunday. She was quiet, moved slowly and would have spent the whole day feeding and watching them. The ducklings were her favorite.

She fed them handfuls of grain, squealed with delight when the babies came to shore to snack and was mesmerized by their every move.

After a while, she got up the courage to go over and chat with the ducks. “Quack, quack, quack” she said, asking them all sorts of questions. At one point, she was interpreting for Aunt Laura, who had a few questions of her own.

 I’m not sure if either of them got the answers they were looking for.

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