Today, we took his advice, headed up over the dyke, past the creek, and over the sheep field...
what a wonderful find.
the effort. (It is a big dyke!)
'Can it be a fossil if I name this rock, fossil?'
Hatchling no2 wanted her dolly to learn swimming.
Real mamas take pictures of their hatchlings throwing paddies.
ran some more.
Stomping in waves,
and when I said it is time to go home,
she told me, 'I'm already home Mama!'
A good man (in training) wears dino wells and can navigate a pushchair one handed.
The water is so clear.
Though this hatchling is still a little nervous,
If you need to track a wild hatchling, start by looking for discarded socks,
followed by claw marks,
and fierce roars.
They'll lead you back to mama's wellies... now full of sand.
Did I tell you,
this hatchling has
Should a hatchling's trousers become too water logged, simply discard into the sea... safe in the knowledge, mama will swim after them....
This little hatchling,
One of me, taken by hatchling no1.
Just as everyone became good and hungry, the tides changed, and the day was spent, well.