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Willow shows off her duck walk

Willow walks over to the ducks and offers them her Ducky.

Willow has a thing for ducks and puppies.
Anytime she sees one of those critters, she starts shaking with excitement. I mean that literally. She starts shaking.
Now that she's walking, she likes to approach them too. I haven't let her go toward dogs just yet, but I'll put her down in front of a gaggle of ducks, and off she waddles.
The ducks at the park must be keen to tots because they don't let her get close to them. I've seen them get close and personal to grown-ups, but I think they probably know better with kids, especially the really young, grabby ones, like Willow.
Today Willow got to see the ducks twice before and after our stroll on the greenway.
She was equally excited both times, even the second time when she was shaking off her stroller slumber.
We'll get to see the ducks at the park plenty, and I'm sure Willow will be just as excited as the years roll by.

Kids, kids, kids

The biggest reason Willow and I have started going to the park in the mornings is to be there when there are more kids for her to watch and play with.
When we went on Thursday, she stumbled into a game of hide and seek.
On Friday, we rolled into a hoard of schoolchildren, hundreds of them. It was a field trip.
I think Willow likes the smaller crowds because she wasn't too eager to watch or play with these kids, who were much more hyped in their mob than the small group of children on Thursday. And these kids probably were too old; I think they were third- or fourth-graders.
So we left the mob and went back to the ducks. They were a little quieter and much less wild.

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