wiking

Adam came back home for the day. We went wiking (bike ride and walking) to the duck pond in the golf course down the street.

We wiked and wiked and wiked with bread for the ducks.

Here is the pond. There were ducks in it.  The ducks were far on the other side. They were not falling for our "fake throws".  So we got closer, then we threw sticks and stones.  They were still not coming over.

So KB ate the bread instead.

Here are the thorns I got in my tennis shoes.  One in each foot that made me do a flip-a-roo and collapse. They were ginormous. 

Here is our calamondin bush. It is cute & tasty too.