On our way to the bogs next door for a little nature walk. Kate has the best view from way, way, way up on Daddy's shoulders
We were trying to teach them how to skip rocks. They could have cared less. It was much more fun to scoop up handfuls of little rocks and catapult them into the wide blue yonder and watch them drizzle back down into the pond.
In another month the entire surface of the pond will be covered in Lily flowers.
One of the bogs many many bog frogs. Teresa's eagle eyes spotted him resting and he obligingly posed for photos.
The cranberry growers put up many of these birdhouses. They want to attract birds who have their own part in the growing process of the cranberry plants. Both the birds and the bees are employed by cranberry growers during the growing season.
Looking for turtles and frogs
Sam found a couple of geese and attempted to get close to snap a picture but they flew off honking their displeasure before he could get close enough.
As we walked along I had to keep reminding the kids to watch out for geese poops. Sam told me his cousin had picked up and thrown geese poop into the pond. I never thought I'd hear myself say anything remotely close to this, but I had to tell them they were not to pick up poop of any kind and throw it. Sam needed me to clarify, asking "not geese poop? or dog poop? or ox poop? or dinosaur poop?"