There is a bridge in Bowness Park where we like to go to feed the ducks and geese. I prefer it because we can toss the bread down to the birds in the water from a safe distance. One of the first times we ever went, Scott was feeding the geese from the shore and one of the geese nearly took the bread right out of his hand and freaked him out a bit. The bridge is great.
We went back a few weeks ago and saw quite a few goslings. None of the goslings charged us, but I could tell they were thinking about it.
Scott likes to throw the bread down to the birds, but his true love is throwing rocks into the river. He loves a good rock. Just yesterday we were walking down the sidewalk and he suddenly darted into the grass to retrieve a particularly appealing rock that he carried home. Well, the time that we fed the ducks, we also went down to the riverbank, and he was amazed at the endless supply of fabulous rocks. His joy turned to rapture when he learned that he was allowed to throw as many into the water as he could lay his hands on. I think he did it for an hour, pausing only long enough to say, "Watch this! Watch this!"
3 comments:
I think Scotty has his great-grandma Walters' passion for finding rocks and taking them home, not throwing them into the water.
Scotty's Grandpa says all the lakes in the world should be filled up by now because of the number of rocks pitched into them by little boys following their natural instincts.
that's pure joy.
Post a Comment