I’ve long realized that birding with others has both advantages and disadvantages, that it’s a different experience when you’re out with others. This seems particularly true when you’re walking with three kids under the age of 8 as I did several times while in Colorado.
For instance, it appears that when you’re shorter you’re more apt to notice small animals on the ground, like this grasshopper that grandpa would never have noticed if it hadn’t been pointed out by Sidney, the youngest of all:
The same goes for this little frog/toad, shown at least two or three times its actual size:
Grandpa actually spotted this little muskrat,
but it got a lot more attention than I would have ever have given it.
I’m not sure who spotted this wooly caterpillar, but Jen was the one who was most excited because she remembered seeing them as a child. After she picked it up, Logan was excited
about “holding” it, even though the girls apparently wanted nothing to do with it.
Of course, just because we saw so many little things doesn’t mean that we weren’t
also impressed by the larger wildlife we saw:
