While Phil worked on fencing the property next door (what a relief it will be to have electric line strung around the perimeter, rather than just along the road!), the boys had a chance to play outside in the sunshine. Jadon had made a sign of cut out post-it notes: "Beware of snakes, lions, and crocolators" (a combination crocodile-alligator), as a deterrent to his lower-bunk hideout. Very creative, but the energy can only stay contained inside for so long.
After a week indoors, this was a welcome change.
They all found creative things to occupy them. Joe headed over to watch Dad work. Jadon rode the wagon down the driveway, and played a game of spy—or something that required hiding and watching. Abraham jumped on the trampoline, then gathered an array of tools to help him as an archaeologist (a yellow flag, a garden claw, and a squirt gun were chief among his tools).
And Isaiah, the one who grumbled the most, had a day of bonding with his beloved birds. First he caught Tux.
He has trained her to sit and stay. She doesn't stay long, but she did hold still long enough for him to jump away so I could snap the picture.
After a period of intense pursuit, he then managed to capture the mallard duck. She is wily, and makes wise use of the available hidey-holes, whether under the cattle trailer or under the office trailer, or simply wherever she can flee on earth or through air. But his persistence paid off, so we had a photo shoot to commemorate his catch.
She has such alert eyes: not at all reptilian, the way the chicken eyes are.
The beautiful purple band on her wings is such a contrast to the understated colors on her body.
The energy in that little body, the beautiful curve and form.
Like all of us, Isaiah sometimes feels his life is challenging. The birds are a bit of relaxation for him (perhaps like the bees for me).
And then, to round off his fowl day, he caught one of the flighty White Leghorns. Such skittish birds!
Overall, he had a good day outside, despite the protests.
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