Fowl play

We’re very lucky to live near two state parks – one so close that we distantly overlook it and the other a half-hour’s curvy, lovely drive away.

After a productive day we left our hammers, caulking guns, gravel, dirt and scaffolding behind yesterday evening in lieu of the wider, safer scampering grounds for Jack at Devil’s Den, perfect for running and playing. We had to drag him away from a friendly duck, who must be accustomed to crumb-wielding toddlers.  Jack was so excited by the bird that he forgot his fear of water (since our attempt at a beach vacation, he’s run away even from ponds and puddles). Which made the duck our hero, too.

It’s Monday, so Tracey Clark is showing and telling about her perfect day of work and play.