The Grand(kid) Adventure

Yesterday was wildly successful!

We didn't go on many field trips this summer, but after pending the lovely days of Tuesday and Wednesday cooped up inside the nursing home with my friend, I knew I couldn't spend another gorgeous summer-like day inside. We had to go out and I knew just where. The Birdsong Trail at Mendon Ponds Park! I filled seven ziplock bags with sunflower seeds and we set off on a Grand(kid) Adventure. Uncle Joe came along and we met Aunt Bethany on the way.

There is nothing in all the world quite like the tiny claws of a small song bird clutching one's finger, except perhaps the first moment they fly directly toward one's face en route to the fingertips.

I am incredibly blessed each and every time I am able to share this experience with someone I love and I was not disappointed yesterday. These kids are hooked!

I'd originally intended to walk the trail, but after two hours we'd barely stepped out on the trail. If walking isn't your thing, the birds don't mind meeting you at the starting point. (This is Bethany.)

One of our nature lovers... Grandchild Number Two. I had no doubt this child would be enthralled and I was right.

I was unsure how Simon would respond. I knew he would love the adventure of being in the woods, but I wasn't certain if he would be patient and quiet enough to entice a bird into his hand, but the birds were very cooperative yesterday and he caught the "bug" too. He was just as pleased to have a bird land on his fingers as his brother and sister.





And then I have a nature lover of my own. Bugs, birds, and history. Joe could have stayed all day and we almost did. We arrived at noon and didn't go home until 3:30 pm.

It was so much fun and so satisfying that I'm almost ready for winter. But not quite.