One of the ladies I worked with as a Caregiver, I’ll call her Ida, loved to feed the ducks. We would visit one of the local parks, park the car and arm in arm we would walk closer to the pond. At the pond were many adult ducks looking for bread and treats. We would throw out little crumbs for the hardy little birds. (I later learned bread is harmful to birds yet at the time I didn’t know this. So don’t do this.)
Since Ida had lost her husband she had been lonely so feeding the ducks was a thrill. She would laugh and smile incessantly. To help give Ida this gift of duck feeding, for me, was a great thrill. It truly showed me that it’s the little things in life that was important. Who doesn’t love fuzzy and quacking ducks? Just be careful where you walk.
So once a week it became a habit to go to the park and feed the ducks. It was an instant burst of happiness and we made feathered friends. I’ve always loved watching the ducks yet Ida made me revel and cherish them even more. Thank you Ida.