I took a billion photos at Upper Canada Village, and although I can’t go through them all at once, I just have to share the ones I took of these fuzzy, smiling little ducklings. They were wandering around loose in one of the barns~ supervised by their mum of course.
This little golden one wobbled over to us; he was all feet, with tiny little wings that weren’t really even wings yet!
It made me remember my days of feeding and taking care of little baby birds, so helpless and awkward.
And so cute it hurts.
But that’s probably because they make my voice go all high and squeaky.