Today, the boys and I decided to walk down to the lake on my Grandpa's farm.
They always beg me to walk them down there, but it's a treat I save for really nice days.
Henry was our tour guide on the trip.
He pointed out landmarks and things that he thought might interest us (tractors, the lake, the snake bush). He also gave us little facts along the way. Josh and I heard a lot of, "You may like to take a picture of....", "As you can see....", and "If you'll just look over there..."
I don't think he's actually been on a lot of those type of tours himself, but he used very official sounding language!
The boys each took along a bowl of animal crackers--a staple at Grandpa's--to feed the fish. Last time we walked down there we found 5-6 caterpillars--each one was left an animal cracker to eat. They were hoping to find more today, but we had no such luck. We did see a frog, though!
Henry was concerned about all the gun shells on the ground. He wanted to pick them all up so that the geese didn't accidentally eat them. I told him, maybe another day! There are a ton!
The best thing about those walks is just letting the boys run free; although, Josh Oliver usually spends half the time crying because he wants to be carried!
Now that it's back to being warmer we will have to walk down there more often.
Next time, though, we'll have to bring bags for the shells!
