I was home with a bad migraine today and was woke up by frantic clucking, quacking, and other sounds. I thought for sure something was in the yard attacking my babies! I stumbled out of bed, mostly blind and in pain but ready to defend the helpless darlings! As I reached the front door and was about to open it and throw myself out into the painful, blinding, NM mid-day sunlight, I saw through the window my dad,,,,, with a full plate of french fries, breaking them up and tossing them to the birds. I wish I had gotten a picture of it, because I know he'll deny it from now until the cows come home playing banjos. I went back and laid down and went back to sleep, but I had a big smile on my face knowing that all the grumping he does is a big load of hooey!