“What’s that in the tree? A hawk?”
Seven spoons fall, seven chairs scrape backwards. Breakfast is officially on pause.
Some flock to the nearest windows, others dive for the stairs to be on eye-level with the find.
It is observed, and preserved for posterity’s sake.
Investigated, compared.
Identified.
Memorialized.
And finally, when the oatmeal is lumpy and cold, the bird flies off. But not before we have decided to visit the Raptor Center, discovered a wealth of resources, and learned a new word (buteo).
Who knew the breakfast hour could be so darn educational?
One of my FAVORITE times homeschooling my boys! Thanks for sharing!