Caught a grayling this morning! Sadly, the rest ran away and I only came home with one.
Hunter was not too sure of the fish. He kept calling it "Nemo" and was a bit concerned when I was whacking his precious "Nemo" in the head with a rock! heehheeh
Poor kid is probably traumatized! We tried telling him that we don't eat Nemo-fish because they are orange, and that we just eat the tasty gray fish!
Playing on the side of the river:
Enjoying the swing set together... sort of! Hunter was upset that Cavan was in HIS swing:
Learning how to use the digger at his new sand table:
Screw the digger! I shall use the wee-scoop and fill my shoes with sand!!