Have you ever read "Junie B. Jones has a Peep in Her Pocket?" In that book Junie B. Jones is going on a field trip to a farm and she thinks that a chicken could peck her head into a nub. I understand this completely . . . I love birds but I also think they are after me (and I have a lot of evidence to support this theory). So, it is pretty amazing that I actually held one of the ducklings this morning. (But I made Christina keep her hands right under mine in case I totally flipped out.) The duck and I both emerged from this experience relatively unharmed.
