Redemption, sort of

When Chad was a kid, he had an incident with the duck pond at the Jack Miner Bird Sanctuary. I can't remember the details of the incident well enough to repeat them here, but I believe Chad spent most of a field trip soaking wet, and to this day he doesn't care very much for either ducks or ponds, and certainly not a combination of the two. It was with some trepidation, then, that I took Liam down to see the ducks in Stratford (along with Steph and Kelly and their kiddos in tow) - would history repeat itself? I'm happy to report that it did not. In fact, Liam seems to have fostered some sort of kinship with the ducks. While the rest of us were content to chuck pieces of bread at the ducks en masse and let them squabble amongst themselves to determine the winner, Liam took the individual hand-feeding approach, fearlessly oblivious to the possibility of being pecked to death. I think the ducks appreciated the effort.