Feldman Cubs

We live really close to the park.

Mom and dad take me here all the time.

I like to practice my crouching here. It’s like when the old people do tai chi in the town square–but I’m not old.

Crouch!

After a good solid crouch …

… I like to spring up!

Good times. Good times.

Enough exercise. On to the geese!

So, I like to pick berries and apples and cherries and try to feed them to the geese.

Here’s one.

Er–I mean two.

You do not go to these geese empty-handed.

I’ll just get these berries …

… and we’re off!

C’mon. They’re over here.

Here, goosey goosey …

This particular cherry does not seem to interest them.

Only one way to be sure, though. Here, goosey goosey!

Um, guys?

This also didn’t work when I tried to feed crab apples to the neighborhood cat.

I chased after her with an apple in my hand, yelling “kitty kitty kitty!”

Sometimes all you can do is crouch down and catch your breath.

If the geese aren’t hungry, the playground is only a few steps away.

Whoa!

Look out!

Yeah, I took some berries with me onto the swing. You never know if a goose might stop by.

This is the rock digger.

Basically, Mom makes a mess with the rocks and I clean it up.

It’s a living.