Duck, Duck, Goose

Instead of attending her friend’s roller skating birthday party, Sophia spent the morning watching a movie in our bedroom and trying to rest after waking up with a fever.  She was devastated that she was going to miss out on seeing all of her friends and enjoy cupcakes after singing “Happy Birthday”.  She perked up a bit later in the day, but still didn’t feel good enough to change out of her pj’s.  We gave away our tickets to an evening performance of the “Old Turtle”since we knew she needed rest.  Late in the afternoon, Sophia was hanging out in her room, Sebastian and Mike were throwing the ball around in the front yard and I decided  to take Daphne for a walk.  It was a gray, dreary day, but I decided we needed some fresh air.  We ended up walking through a quiet cemetery with a small stream running through it and two ponds.  Daphne became excited when she saw ducks, geese and seagulls at the ponds, quacking, honking and cawing.  I had my cell phone with me and called Mike to pack up Sophia in her pj’s, get Sebastian in the car, grab my camera and find some old bread to feed our new feathered friends.  Mike and the kids arrived within a few minutes and the feast began.

One By One

 

Grey Goose

 

Mallard

 

Looking For Handouts

 

Watchful Eye

 

Feeding The Fowl

 

Snow White

 

Sitting Pretty

 

Old Blue Eyes

 

The Feast Is Over

 

The kids had fun seeing the beautiful birds.  They were friendly and came up close enough to feed by hand.  We will have to go back later in the spring when they have little ducklings and goslings swimming along side.

Eighty-Three

I can’t believe my Dad turned 83 this past Friday.  He has lived through the depression, World War II and served in the Korean war.  He has farmed his entire life.  He sold his last cow when he was 79, but still lives on the farm he and my Mom bought in 1954.  He was 42 when I was born and was the oldest parent of any of the kids in my class during my school years.  He is the oldest person Sebastian and Sophia know.  And he has stories for every one of those 83 years.

My Dad  has slowed a bit recently, but still enjoys every minute of when his grandkids visit.  He loves watching videos of his great-grandson, Ari, giggling.  He talks about the stock market and politics with passion.  He eats sweets and doesn’t care if he has more than his share.  He’s 83, why not live a little?

We had a nice visit with my parents to celebrate my Dad’s birthday on Friday.  We ate sundaes with chocolate fudge, caramel and strawberry toppings – Sophia added sprinkles and whipped cream to hers.  We sat outside and talked in the warm sun.  We took a few pictures to remember the day.  I think we should plan to do it again next year.

7, 76, 83 & 11