After a long day of travel with an ornery toddler we arrived in sunny Florida. It was a relief that overcame us like the waves gently rolling up to the sea wall against mom and dad’s property. We all need a vacation. We need to rest, regroup, refresh and rejuvenate. It hasn’t been since we returned from Uganda with our new daughter in our arms that we have just stopped working. And after all the stress of our Ugandan adventures with the trial, we need this time. And Craig has troubles of his own at work with union negotiations, so he’s in great need of some rest as well. We are so thankful to be here with family in such a pretty, quaint, relaxing place.
Within minutes of arriving and after the hellos, Jack was quick to seek out the fishing poles. He stood on the dock for a while, and it wasn’t long before the little fish started biting. A happy Jack started celebrating. A boy fishing is a good thing to see.
The fun didn’t last long though because Henry the Heron appeared to help himself to Jack’s catch. His size is a bit intimidating to Jack, and the way he boldly came for the fish scared my son. Jack started to run away from the bird and panic a little.
So I thought back to when we were on safari and the big elephant bull was charging our safari truck. We revved our engines and showed ourselves to be as big and bad an elephant as he was, so he backed down. We just had to think we were an elephant, so I suggested to Jack to flap his arms like a big heron and make an ugly bird call. Jack said I was crazy. Maybe. He tried it, and sure enough Henry squawked and flew away keeping his distance from this new crazy bird who didn’t want to share his fish.
Jack was triumphant, it was funny, so now we have many LaTorre birds chasing away Henry. They aren’t heartless though, when the time is right the LaTorre birds toss the fish a good distance for Henry to spear with his beak and toss down his gullet with one swallow. I could watch nature in action all day and never have to see a movie again.