Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread

How long does it take you to adjust to “springing” the clocks forward one hour?  Usually it takes me a couple days before I stop saying “Well, REALLY it’s only –subtract one hour here-”.  James is just hoping this means BellaRoo will sleep in an extra hour in the mornings.  I blame daylight savings, but I just could not get it together this morning after losing that hour of sleep.  Feeling guilty about missing church, we decided to take a trip to the park and enjoy the beautiful weather and celebrate God’s glory outside.  Read: I also had three bags of stale bread I had been saving to feed the ducks with that I wanted GONE from my kitchen.

Loved this little guy. Well, I’m assuming it’s a guy?

Surprising how white their feathers are.

Excuse me, I’ve got an itch.

Took a while but he finally came over

And then promptly turned up his nose at our whole grain white bread.  When I threw away the bread bags I noticed the trash can was FULL of them.  Sunbeam, Mrs. Bairds, Texas Giant… doesn’t look like they miss too many meals.  Wonder if they have a preference?  “Oh man, here’s the lady that always brings the pumpernickel!”

This one apparently didn’t mind Mrs. Bairds. This was about the time I began to have flashbacks of a story where my older sister gets chased by a goose.  Back away from the BellaRoos. 

James petting one of the ducks, and thus probably exposing all of us to the bird flu.

And e coli. 

(Don’t worry Mom we all washed our hands so thoroughly that I’m not sure even the FBI could get our fingerprints)

 

Racing down the slide

BellaRoos pulls ahead!

 It’s a photo finish!