We went today to a hawk festival, which coincides with the fall migration pattern for raptors. Since reading the book My Side of the Mountain and the two following books in the series, Grace has been very interested in raptors, especially perigrine falcons. So we heard about the hawk festival and decided to go, and it was today, and it was fabulous. A few crafts and snacks, but clearly the big cool thing was birds of prey. First was a barn owl, and then Grace got to see her first perigrine in the flesh, and we saw a huge red-tailed hawk that had been caught and banded. The guy in charge of the banding brought it over to the festival and then released it and it was big and dangerous-looking and pissed off at him and it flew away in about two wingbeats.
Peter had a really good time too, and it was funny to be around all these big predators in light of the conversation he and I had on Friday, which included this matter-of-fact claim:
Peter: Mom, you know what? Kids are made of meat.
Me: Um, yeah, I guess so. I guess that's a good way to put it.
Peter: But not adults. Only kids.
Me: No, kids and adults are made of the same stuff.
Peter, patient and authoritative: No, kids are made of meat, and grown ups are not, and I know this. Because I am an everything expert! Do you know what that is? That is someone who is an expert in everything. And kids are made of meat!
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