Feeding the birds
And the boys help me make sure of that.
One of our favorite Green Hour activities is to feed the birds in our backyard.
Some of those birds that have flown south for the winter? They live in my zip code.
When the boys see me get out the tub of bird seed, they get excited and start elbowing each other out of the way even though there is clearly no race going on. I think part of it is the Junebug wants to be a part of anything that is going on. And the Man-cub loves the feel of the bird seed in his fingers. It's a sensory thing. But that's fine, because he's happy, and the birds are happy.
The Man-cub encountered a new kind of bird seed (new to him) this winter.
Seed in a cube! Great for the smaller birds.
This "cake" of bird seed couldn't be run through fingers. But! It also couldn't be shared with the baby brother. Heh heh heh.
It's kind of a one-boy job.
The birds don't seem to care either way.