I got a rare comment from Hunter today while we were going on our run.
We had just stopped to watch an American Robin pull a worm out of the ground and a swarm of mosquitoes that were mating. A neat adventure that incurred about thirty seconds each of our observation and conversation before moving on.
Then we walked up to this small tree and I pointed out another bird hopping around in the branches, and we noticed that he had a small twig in his mouth.
"Look at that twig in his mouth, Hunter. I'll bet he's making a nest for his babies."
I tried to continue on in my usual discussion of the phenomena that lay before us but got quickly cut off.
"Shh, you gotta be real quiet Mom" he cautiously whispered.
"Ok" I said carefully, then proceeded to whisper on about the bird.
"Don't talk Mom," he said in the most polite way he could muster.
I could tell this was serious.
He then proceeded to watch the bird hopping around in the tree, picking at various twigs (in an attempt to find the perfect one I'm sure), tilting its head, and doing whatever else birds tend to do in trees, perfectly still for nearly five minutes. He even got a bit flustered when I took a picture, apparently thinking I would disturb the bird.
When he was done, he walked back to the sidewalk, shouted "Let's go! I'll bet I can beat you to the sign!" and started sprinting down the path, back to his normal self. It's funny to see the things that can turn this rambunctious, active little boy into the most concentrated, serious bird-watcher.
For five minutes at least.
"Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven."
Hunter is 5 years, 0 months oldPsalm 107:30