Feeding the Ducks

Grant really wanted to feed some ducks on Monday.  (Technically, he wanted to feed "Papaw's ducks" which I assumed meant the ducks at the pond next to Aunt Alex & Uncle Steve's house.) Since we didn't have time to fly to Dallas for the afternoon, we loaded up and went to the Duke Gardens where there are ducks galore:

But the real highlight of the trip for Grant was this big, bread-stealing catfish (notice Grant's reflection; it's somewhat of a miracle he didn't fall into the pond):

And the highlight of the trip for me was the giant heron that I suspect wanted to eat our catfish friend because he kept creeping closer to us, but had no interest in the bread we tossed his way:

By the time the heron reached this point, the catfish was no longer making an appearance, so Grant was ready to go:

And for the record, we were also considered part of the Duke Gardens wildlife, because one tourist asked to have his photo taken with us and our big blue eyes.  Grant's comment afterwards: "That was funny, Momma."