This picture brings back
memories of tradition. It was tradition to feed the ducks before we left Cape
Cod each time. This pond in East Sandwich was where we would take bags of bread
to feed the birds (and at the ocean, the sea gulls). I know nowadays they are
saying this is bad for the birds, but this was never the intention. My parents
were great animal lovers and advocates for animal rights. With their whole
hearts they thought they were doing something nice for the birds and as the
ducks and sometimes geese or swans came honking over when they saw us with
bread, we would make sure that if there was one in the crowd of birds who didn’t
seem to be getting any bread, to throw it at him to be sure all received a treat.
I always remember these
times fondly as my parents taught us all to love animals and to be kind.
