Crawdad-ee‑o

One of my boys’ favorite things is get­ting to one of the beau­ti­ful creeks and rivers around where we live, and look­ing for critters.

“Dad, can we go craw­dad hunting?”

“Sure.”

And off they’ll go with the buck­et and their nets, impris­on­ing lit­tle inno­cent crea­tures for sport. It is such a delight to see the won­der on a child’s face when they’re immersed in God’s creation.

This is Mor­gon, my eldest, with a small “friend,” who got stuck in the bucket.

(Tris­tan let him go when Mor­gon was­n’t looking.)