Since I’m just about 6 months pregnant (and consequently very agile), and Jon and I hate the outdoors, we went for a nature walk in the icy, snowy woods.
We were looking for some eagles Jon had read about. Jon wanted to try out his new camera, and I wanted to dip them in ketchup and consume them.
We compromised by taking some pictures and then going to The Black Cow in Newburyport, where a hawk, angered by my desire to eat his compatriots, repeatedly flew into the window glass.
Despite the kamikaze birds, it was actually a pretty neat field trip. Wandering around a pile of cattails and watching the ice on the river was peaceful, and a nice break from our usual routine.
In another few months, we’ll still be able to do things like this, but we’ll have a whole lot more stuff to carry, so we’re enjoying our days of traveling light while we have them.
Although, carrying a baby marsupial-style can’t be much more strenuous than carrying one internally. He’ll be bigger, sure, but he won’t be able to kick my esophagus.
Full flickr set here.