Wild at heart

Quinn invited me along this morning as he headed out the back door to do some fishing. It was a gorgeous morning, perfect for ambling around outside to see what you could see, which is why I grabbed my camera instead of another fishing pole.

It warmed my heart to spot my baby walking across the dam to join in the fun:

Could he be any cuter in his soccer shirt and overalls? I don't think so. And holding his gun like that over his shoulder? Where did he get that?

He's only had his Red Ryder BB gun for a week and already he knows how to shoot it like a champ. Definitely a case of nature versus nurture.

Although we didn't see any fish, we did run into a wake of buzzards. I'm not sure why, but there were probably 20 of them hanging around down at the new pond. I didn't spot anything dead anywhere around, but maybe they were considering the possibility of some fish?

As I used to write in my diary when I was 10 or so, "it was a very good day."