I learned something insightful about myself yesterday: I love stupid animals.
I should have noticed this a long time ago when I begged my mom for rabbits, fish, turtles, parakeets, hamsters, and Jordan. But it really hit home a day ago when I was eating lunch with Seth by a duck pond. I only had to see a few of these birds of lesser intelligence before I took off running to the edge of the pond to fling my sandwich at them, abandoning a very confused Seth. There's something about their thumb-like heads and awkward waddling bodies that make ducks so pathetically lovable. Seriously, how can you not love this??
Here's a few pictures of Seth and I at the pond (courtesy of Seth and friendly passerby with a moustache and an oversized cowboy hat. I live in the Southwest).
I'm cracking up as I write this. I promise
there was more than one duck here.
Cool fountain in the back, yes?
This post probably doesn't have a point. I'm learning. But did you like it Mom?
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