Christmas Eve Walk

While the womenfolk of our household felt the need to scurry about town doing last-minute womenfolk tasks, us menfolk took a mid-morning stroll down to the lagoon to observe the ducks.

Puddles everywhere.

Contemplation.

Happy.

I gladly took the invitation to hold hands.

The feathered remains of a seagull led to much discussion:
What is "dead"?
What is "killed"?
Why do the animals do those things?

Boots on wrong feet. Wild running pattern. Laughing as he comes.
That's my boy.