Duck Dynasty... (sort of)

Near our house is a National Cemetery where veterans are buried. Just a few months ago we learned that Wes' grandfather (paternal) is buried there, yet we never knew. So one day last week we decided to go and "find him" and also take Peyton to feed the ducks in the big pond there. 2 birds with 1 stone if you will.

Well, we found him and saw his headstone (too bad we forgot to bring anything, flowers next time we decided) and then headed over to the pond to feed the ducks, geese and other birds.

We started off feeding 1 little duck, which then turned into 2. As we were feeding these 2 ducks an entire group of geese flew (very noisily I might add) over and started loudly demanding bread. They freaked me and Wes out and I kept pulling Peyton back as she tried to feed them up close. I was shocked she wasn't more intimidated.

Come to find out their are signs saying not to feed ducks there, which we found out only when a super nice security guard came over to inform us. To be honest I was ready to leave those aggressive ducks behind us, and it made sense being that people were there for memorials and these were some loud animals! But, it was fun while it lasted.