The boys still love to come out for walks to feed the chickadees. (They might tell you that it’s more “tolerate” than “love” but it’s my story and I’ll edit it to suit my narrative.) Now that they’re older, though, the novelty of simply having the chickadees eat the seeds out of their hands has worn off. Now, they’ve escalated chickadee feeding to a competition. Whomever gets the most chickadees to choose his seed wins.
Hey, as long as it gets them out of the house and into the fresh air (and, ahem, in front of my camera) is fine with me.
#brothers
does it get any better than this? ( in life and in photography!)