Rick had been noticing these weird matted down areas in the side yard between our house and our neighbors. Well, it turns out that these two were the culprit. Isaac had fun trying to feed them. Notice the ducks wisely making their way into our neighbor's yard. In case you're wondering about the bike helmet, we had just gotten back from a ride through the neighborhood. The ducks apparently were trying to nest here, and laid an egg that night. We think a neighborhood cat scared them off, though, and they left the egg, which a squirrel or something got at and broke open. Poor ducks.
I had to throw in a gratuitous shot of our house while the lawn is still deep green from all of the spring rain. I just love our yard in the springtime. In case you're wondering, yes, we do have two front doors. The main door is on the left, with a walk coming off the driveway. The door on the right leads into the kitchen. The only reason we can think of for it is the old-fashioned "side door" concept where the kids and close friends came through another door instead of through the formal front entrance. Go figure. When we first moved into the neighborhood and we'd be out for walks and meet people, we'd be explaining which house we had moved into, and more than once the people we had met would say "Oh, the house with two front doors?". Yup, that's us. The other neighborhood name for our house is the "Barbie House", because apparently, it also used to be cotton-candy pink. Ewwww.
And here's a shot of Isaac with the beaten-up old radio flyer that I got him for $1.50 at a yard sale. It's missing all of its side-rails, has no finish left on the wood, and one of its wheels is bent, but he loves it like a firstborn child. In this picture he was trying to keep it from rolling backward down the driveway so I could get a close-up.
We were out for a walk, (well, I was walking. Isaac was riding his tricycle), along the path near our neighborhood, when Isaac stopped his tricycle and got off to walk up to the wrought-iron fence of one of the houses backing up to the pathway. "Oh! Holy Moly! It's 50 dollars!", he said. "That house is $50?", I asked. "Yep", he replied in his best matter-of-fact tone. "Fifty dollar percent". He stopped several other times to peek at houses through their fences, saying, "I'd better see how much this one is". Then, he'd run back to me saying, "Mom, it's $50, too!".
He's had a wonderful time going on walks pulling his stuffed animals. He puts them in a basket and sets the basket on the wagon bed so his animals don't fall out.
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