In the lack of anything better to do, we went to have a walk and feed the ducks.
"These probably soon think I am their Santa Claus."
"Pip-pip!"
"Quack!"
Rolled oats and rye bran are thrown.
Likelihood is visible.
Me, hood on.
Christmas elf or Santa.
Guess the ducks should not be fed, but there is something soothing and therapeutic in it.
At least rolled oats and rye bran are better option than bread.