The Boy and I went for a hike along the lake today, with no real purpose other than to get some exercise in. This is the third or fourth weekend in a row with sunshine, which has been a real treat. Ran into these goldeneye ducks. The lake had a big swath of thin ice and these three were feeding in a smallish hole, until they got sick of us and flew away. I turned it into a lesson. With the Boy, the idea is to get him to answer more in-depth questions, or he'll just answer yes or no to everything. So I asked him what do ducks do, and he said "fly," and then I asked him what else do they do and he said, "swim."

Progress comes on wingbeats.