William misunderstood and ate the bread instead. Lucky him it was fresh bread from home, not stale hard stuff.
Enough of the ducks! It was time to go exploring the small walking trail that winds around the equally small creek that feeds the pond.
I just loved this one, how little William looks next to his daddy. It amazes me how big he is sometimes and the things he is able to do. Like hold our hands as we walk around. But he still has so far to grow.
This happened at the base of the bridge, right after I took the last picture. He slipped on the gravel and scraped his head pretty good, and bit his lip nicely. We got a scraped knee too, and dirt/gravel was all over his face. Poor thing!
Having three boys, I am prepared for lots of things, and have a pretty nice first-aid kit in the car at all times. All different bandaids, ointment, gauze, wipes, cold pack... He was lots happier after we got him cleaned up, but wouldn't stop biting his lip. :-)
After all this fun, we packed up and went home before somebody fell in the pond!