Bird Food

Hannah and I went out today and on our way home I decided to get rid of the two bags of old bread I had tossed into the back seat the other day. I knew someone who would appreciate stale bread.

When we arrived at the boat launch there was a crowd to greet us. Everyone hooted, hollered, and squawked a grand welcome. Hannah rolled down her window and tossed out a chunk of bread.

The crowd went wild! They even hopped up on the hood of the van and stared at us through the windshield. They sat on top of the van and bobbed their silly heads up and down. They flew circles over our heads.

I got out of the van to face the noisy brood. Here and there were folks not quite so boisterous as the welcoming committee. Surrounded by the screeching pack, this fellow appeared almost docile...

Hannah stayed in the shelter of the van. She prefers not to fight the crowd, though she did toss a few chucks of bread up to some hopeful bystanders. Later she beeped the horn a few times and even turned on the wipers in the hope of convincing the gawkers to stay off the vehicle.