Over the past year, we’ve been lucky enough to bring several treasure chests from our local natural history museum home for a few weeks.
This time, it was birds.
Lots of them, both whole and in parts.
There was a curriculum guide buried somewhere in there.
But the boy didn’t need a stinkin’ curriculum. Not when there were bird calls and eggs and nests and taxidermy begging to be investigated . . . and to be drawn from every possible angle.
And that’s when things really took flight.
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