There are certain places in the world where you know its spring because of a certain event. Perhaps you are familiar with the cherry blossoms in DC, the groundhog (and his shadow) in Pennsylvania, or spring training for baseball starting in Florida.

Well, you know it is spring around here when the ducks return to Tulane St. We have no idea why they stop here on their journey to their final destination, perhaps its the cuisine. This happened very early on a Sunday morning so James was still snoozing and missed all the fun. Mary gave each of the visitors a piece of bread and they had a grand ole time munching it down before continuing on their journey.