While we were out on our walk last weekend, I saw evidence that the girls have truly acclimated to the country life. Things beyond the puddle jumping. I saved these little tidbits for a separate post.
Abigail spotted this stump, which we had sheared of its dead limbs a few weeks ago. It has now been repurposed:
On previous walks, we've observed bones from a long-dead cow. The girls have decided to collect the bones in a pile, with a goal of reassembling them into a skeleton. The bones are kicked along...
to the collection point. Quite a project! Gotta envy that 5-year-old ambition!
And lastly, I spotted Abigail crouched down, studying something intently.
I followed her gaze, to find this:
A moderately fresh pile of cow poop, covered with yellow flies. I never see these flies on anything other than poop (thank goodness!).
After a time, Abigail asked me if the pile was getting smaller. Very perceptive, I thought.
Yes, Abigail. This is one of the few instances in life, where the bullshit actually decreases over time, but not by much!