Remember when you were young, and you had your first encounter with a chicken? Neither do I, but Sheldon met his first chicken this week. I watched my child experience the common things for the first time, and they became uncommon things. The world through the eyes of a child is fresh, wonderful, and real.
To find God’s amazing handiwork, first you must go for a walk and pay attention (unless you own a hamster that can roll to you in one of those little ball things).
Obviously, Q is very excited to be a) outside b) pushing his baby brother. Sheldon is less thrilled by his chauffeur, and seems to be wondering if he has health insurance, and he’s sucking his thumb for courage.
Sheldon meets the (adolescent) chicken. The amazement he feels seeing this wonderful chicken makes him stop crying hysterically (he was really worried about being left in the stroller). He reaches out to touch the beak, and I am grateful that chickens don’t have teeth.
The amazement has turned into a desire to eat the chicken. I’m not just talking about the dog in the background; in this picture, there are two beings who would like to put this chicken’s head in their mouth. We take the chicken to a safe place, and Sheldon remembers to worry about strollers and his mother’s lack of care when it comes to stroller drivers.
This is the goose that tried to bite me when I was taking pictures. He sneaks up from behind. When you go for a walk to discover the wonders of the earth, watch out for geese.
Today I’m linking up with Chatting at the Sky to celebrate the small things.