So I was in Boston, lovely city that it is and in such a perfectly lovely season, and I left my camera in Rhode Island. Gah. Lacking in drawing skilz, I will have to try and paint pictures for you with words.
I went to the Boston Public Garden on Friday while I was waiting around for the bus to Williamstown that (as it turned out) did NOT leave at 1:30 from Logan as listed in the website, but at 4 from South Station. Again, Gah! But it was fine. I took the T around the city and had a fine time. After lunch I went over to the Public Garden and sat on the grass to watch the swan boats and eat a delicious pastry that seemed to consist of puff pastry dough and uncooked cheesecake batter. Excellent idea. The cheesecake batter I mean, though eating it was not a bad move on my part either.
While I was taking in the lovely surroundings, the perfect weather and the various and assorted interesting peoples who were sharing my appreciation of the park, I took my pastry out of its bag and was immediately (nearly) assaulted by a duck.
You've read Robert McClosky's venerable Make Way For Ducklings book? (what do you mean, "no"?! Get thee to a library, and don't finish this post until you're read the book!) I don't remember any of the ducks in that book climbing into people's laps in order to attempt to steal their pastries, but apparently their descendants are less well-behaved. Ducks these days! Luckily I was able to fend him off with crumbs until the family sitting a few feet away from me, amused by the duck's antics, lured him over to their blanket. Suckers!!
I'm pretty sure I could have taken him anyway. I may be a lightweight but nobody messes with my pastry!