Instead of ants we had gulls. While Hubster and the ducklings were off for a gander along the lake I took out a loaf of bread. One hundred gulls swarmed down upon me. In a fit of fear I launched the entire french loaf of crusty goodness at them and fled.
When the kids returned I armed them with the large piece of bread which proved to be too cumbersome for the flock to carry off as they refused to work together as a team. I asked the children to feed the fierce flight feeders away from our picnic table. I heard a shriek, and both my children were taking cover under a tree. Much like their mother they were hurdling pieces more at the birds than too them.
Zana's discovery of the gulls fear of her caused her to run back and forth from the table to us upsetting the little dinner. This continued till I warned her that she might get pooped on. That did not appeal to her but when she told her brother it was this tidbit that finally brought him out from under the tree. That or the fact the loaf was finally finished and he could be too. Nothing like a first born to get the task done!
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