My 52: Week 44

This week’s featured photographer is… drumroll please… my dad!!

Due to the fact that I myself have failed to get any bird pictures this week, and the fact that my dad just happened to email me several great ones, I have decided to share a couple of his pictures. I should probably point out that I failed to ask for his permission to do this, but due to the late hour, and since today is my My 52 deadline for the week, I am hoping that he won’t mind if I share his wonderful talent with you.

These ducks are currently residing in Albertson Park in Boise, Idaho. I love wood ducks and rarely see any myself, so this one was a special treat, and the handsome mallard seemed very excited that he was having his picture taken.

I have a feeling that somehow my dad knew I would be needing his help this week. Thank you, Daddy!!

Weekend Memories

It doesn’t seem to matter how old I get, I love it when my parents come to visit for my birthday. Something about it makes me feel like a little girl again. Which, now that I am officially in my mid-thirties, is a welcome feeling.

We visited the Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center (where I learned of a new birthday buddy),

relaxed at Giant Springs,

took a stroll through the flower garden,

enjoyed the ducks and geese at Gibson Pond,

took some photos at the Visitor’s Center,

swam in the hotel pool, ate some cake (though lying about your age is not advisable…),

and enjoyed a yummy breakfast down at Tracy’s, my dad’s favorite place to eat.

I can see their hotel from where we are parked, but their car is now gone from the parking lot. As all visits do, this one went by too fast, and the time has come to say good-bye. Thank you for the wonderful visit, Mom and Daddy. We treasure the time we are able to spend with you. Miss you already.

Until next time…

My 52: Week 33

In a pond full of loud geese all fighting over tiny pieces of bread, this pretty girl was perfectly content to stay in the background all by herself. She was not competing for anything, demanding nothing. She swam around peacefully, occasionally ducking her head for a small tidbit floating by. I loved her peacefulness.     

My 52: Week 32

The pond at Gibson Park is a popular place for both people and birds. It is one of those special places where there are no signs asking you not to feed the birds, so everyone shows up with bags of discount bread. We somehow manage to forget the bread almost every time we go, but the ducks and geese are so used to people that they stick around anyway.

When we showed up at the park yesterday, bread forgotten as usual, the ducks and geese were taking a rest in the shade of the trees. They were calm and peaceful and enjoyable to watch. The babies have all grown up, making it very hard to tell them apart from the parents.

What surprised me the most, though, was William. My wild child, the one who never sits still, the one whose battery we can never seem to deplete. He sat. Still. Simply watching.

I can canoe…

…canoe canoe??

We have been on the lookout for a canoe for quite some time. With the kids getting bigger, we have somewhat outgrown the kick boats, but we still like to be able to get out on the water. Canoe’s are lightweight, portable and affordable, so we decided that would be a good route to go.

Rob has a wonderful story about a canoe that he used to own. Apparently, the first time he took it out on the water, his psychotic dog tipped it, in front of an audience no less. He promptly got rid of the canoe and hadn’t considered one again, until more recently.

Assured that we had no dog to tip the boat, we began keeping our eyes open for a canoe. A couple of weeks ago, we came across one that was right up our little alley. We have been driving around with it on top of the car ever since, and just yesterday found the time to put it in the water for the first time.

Unfortunately, we don’t all fit in the canoe, so we also took out one of the kick boats. For safety’s sake, we practiced rolling out of the canoe and then reentering without tipping it. It went  pretty well. I had the camera, and was in the kick boat to start, so I didn’t have to bail out into the cold water.  One might say I planned it that way…

Much to my surprise, even Rob bailed out. It was great to watch the kids work together so Rob was able to climb back in without tipping it.

Afterward, we paddled across the pond and the kids played in the water. Eventually William took over the kick boat and I impressed myself by climbing from that boat into the canoe without falling in the water.

We all enjoy being on the water, and it was nice to be able to spend some time out together.

On a side note, we learned that perhaps our eldest son is Rob’s old dog reincarnated…