Sunday, May 15, 2011


Four year olds are like walking encyclopedias, filled to overflowing with amazing facts Out of this rich repository of random information, play emerges.
My grandson has learned about the Peregrine and now loves to pretend that he is a falcon. This of course means by default that I am a pigeon. A pigeon pursued. A rather one sided game of tag ensues with me fleeing for my life.
This week by some miracle I was briefly transformed into the falcon, to my grandsons terror and delight. My talons grazed him several times as we swooped and veered. He will when the time is right, move on to other interests and excitements, but for now we patrol the skies and scan the horizon together.

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