Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Birds

As a youngster we fished at the pond near our house with bamboo rods
and bread dough balls. There was a smaller pond and a larger one that
seemed so far away back then. It was just a couple blocks. Whether we
lived in Connecticut or Florida, my mother would get the stale bread
from the bakery. We would take the haul down to the frozen ponds up
north and the not so frozen ponds here and feed the ducks. When we
drove up to the island, the inhabitants ran towards the car, but
unfortunately we didn't hAve anything for them. There is not a wild
pond near our home in DC, but there is a reflecting pond in front of
the Capitol. Once in a while a duck family floats by and reminds me of
these times.

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