We got out of the house this morning around 7:00 am but it was already 78°F and 97% humidity, so by the time we were walking back up the hill on Monroe St. both Keely and I were panting hard. I’m so over summer, so very over it.
However, as usual, Florida makes the worst days spectacular:
Another thing I noticed were the new “don’t feed the ducks” signs which are truly the epitome of optimism. Everyone feeds the ducks, intentionally or not. So much trash gets dropped around there that the ducks are connoisseurs of junk food.
I wonder if putting up food stations for people to use to feed the ducks would help both the duck population and encourage people to do the right thing? I’m sure there are studies about that somewhere. I just think that “hoping and praying that people change” is never much of an actionable plan, and it has a low success rate. Making change easy and putting social pressure for people to abide by it does work, but then, the city would have to do more than the bare minimum in terms of money and effort to make that happen.
So here we are, along with the poorly fed and unhealthy ducks. :/