Dead birds and Doctor Who
We’ve had a lazy weekend really. usual stuff first: swimming. We’ve also been to the park (Saturday) and had a rocking time. We played mightily for a good two hours then returned for Doctor Who. Me and the Rubster decided to play in the garden first (see the picture).
Whilst out, I spotted two dead baby birds trapped in the netting at the side of the house. They had fallen from their nest and got trapped and died. I did a **proper** dad thing and got them down. Initially I thought we’d bin them to be honest. The boys decided to name them and asked me to dig them a grave.
So … off we trotted to the top garden where I dug a grave and buried the birds. We all said a few words then trooped in to watch the Doctor.
TTFN
A *proper* daddy.