Drake and I decided to go fishing yesterday afternoon. It was sunny, but a bit on the chilly side. Across the street from his grandparents house is a pond that sits below the back of a neighbor's house, which makes it convenient for us to access. Upon our arrival to the pond we were met by a mother goose nesting on the bank. She became a bit fussy when we attempted to take a couple of pictures of her. Not long after our snapshot success papa goose came flying in on our springtime moment. He fiercely marched up on the bank and paraded around, back and forth near momma goose and her nest. He hissed at us repeatedly. If he could've breathed fire we would've been burnt toast. We decided to run when he came rushing toward us in a protective,warrior, fatherlike state. I thought for sure I was going to get pecked.
It was time for Drake and I to do a little fishing before the sun set. We walked around the right side of the pond to the other side where we were a safe distance from the geese. We prepared our fishing lines and cast our reels aimlessly into the pond; giving up any hope of catching a fish we soon headed back to nan and papaw's. We put our gear away and the day was almost over when Drake decided he wanted to ride his bike. I walked, he rode. He walked, I rode. Then we ran.
Once our short exercise run was over we headed back to the house. Things winded down and we settled down to watch a movie. He's only ten years old and time is short. Before you know it he'll be older and into other things, but for now I will settle for the time we do spend together.
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