This weekend I watched my four-year-old nephew catch the birding bug. He was over for the day, and on one of his trips through the kitchen, he caught me with binoculars checking out a bird on the feeders outside. He asked what I was doing and Presto! … he’s a birder. In about twenty minutes time he spotted eight species of birds. His reaction was fun to witness; I can’t think of anything more satisfying than a four-year-old leaping up and down in your kitchen and shouting, “There’s another one! Auntie Loree, look! I see another bird! What is it?”
(I think this guy needs his first birding field guide, don’t you? I’m going to put this one under the tree for him this year.)
Happy Monday, friends. May your week be filled with new birds … and a curious four-year-old or two.