My 52: Week 32

The pond at Gibson Park is a popular place for both people and birds. It is one of those special places where there are no signs asking you not to feed the birds, so everyone shows up with bags of discount bread. We somehow manage to forget the bread almost every time we go, but the ducks and geese are so used to people that they stick around anyway.

When we showed up at the park yesterday, bread forgotten as usual, the ducks and geese were taking a rest in the shade of the trees. They were calm and peaceful and enjoyable to watch. The babies have all grown up, making it very hard to tell them apart from the parents.

What surprised me the most, though, was William. My wild child, the one who never sits still, the one whose battery we can never seem to deplete. He sat. Still. Simply watching.