Our second Monday night summer picnic of the year was marred by violence.
Poor duck. Why did they choose him to pick on? Did he steal their bread or kill one of their babies? He looked like a pretty nice duck to me, but what do I know? Maybe he deserved it.
Anyhow, we learned something new tonight. We never knew that ducks could be homicidal.
In spite of the near death experience, the Monday night picnics are one of the best ideas we ever had. Rejuvenating and relaxing and a great way to spend the first night of the week.