Sunday, May 01, 2016
Yesterday we took our 4 year old granddaughter rock hunting. The gameplan was to pick a few big rocks and get Aspen to have a feel for the activity. I wasn't disappointed. She loved it and by the end got to ride in the bed of the truck ( at 5 mph) while I walked beside the truck to pick rocks.
I needed a few big ones to finish some projects in the yard and was also looking for rocks to fire up my imagination. Once I see what's out there I usually come up with new projects and like... hey I have an idea of what to do with this rock or that boulder.
So this is our harvest from yesterday's heist.
The place we go had a bulldozer go through just a short while ago and instead of the huge boulders we often find, there were many more smaller rocks now, like hand teller big. They were perfect for my grand daughter to collect and carry. We had a bowl for the smaller ones and my hubby actually had the AHA moment of what we can use them for. But that is a future project and many more trips to collect that size of rock.
On the way we saw many birds just perch on the fences where the cattle graze and a few on the road ahead of our truck. We saw a rabbit dart off from the side of the road and we found a huge box turtle covered in slimy muck from the flooded fields nearby. It was walking in the road, so we stopped to show it to Aspen. I picked it up by the shell to give my grand daughter a closer look, but the turtle had other ideas and started kicking its legs against my hand like crazy. I was under the impression that turtles are the kind of stick your head in the sand animals, but not this one. It let me know it didn't like being picked up. Well, Aspen got a closer look at it and we set the turtle on the grassy knoll beside the road before moving on. We also had to be watchful of scorpions and rattlers when picking up the rocks. All good lessons for our granddaughter to have. At one point I was going to grab for a rock and a nearby rusle in the gras spooked me, so I slowly backed away from it. It could have been simply a bird nesting on the ground... but you never know here in Texas. I didn't really need that particular rock as badly.