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Dad: How would you feel about going for a walk, honey?
T: No thanks!
Dad: Actually, that is not the answer I am looking for.
T: Oh, I am tired, dad.
Dad: it is 9:00 A.M; what did you do that you are tired?
T: Nothing!
Dad: Then, how could you be tired?
T: I don't know.
Dad: Get ready! We're leaving in one minute.
T: I don't feel like going for a walk.
Dad: Okay, then. I will see you in one hour. Do not open the door if you hear the bell ring and do not answer the phone if it rings.
T: Are you crazy? You want to leave me here all by myself?
Dad: No! I want to go for a walk with you. If you don't want to come I can not force you.
T: But, I don't feel like it.
Dad: Very well then! (Moving towards the entrance door.)
T: Okay; Okay. I'm coming.
Dad: Good decision. Do you have to go potty?
T: No!
Dad: Are you sure?
T: Yes. I am sure.
(On the side walk - 30 seconds later)
T: Dad, actually, I have to potty.
Dad: I'm glad you remembered it now and not when we were in the park.
T: What dad?
Dad: Nothing honey! Let's go back.
T: Race you there.
Dad: You always win. What's the point?
T: Just try dad.
Dad: All right.
T: Let's go dad, I'm ready.
Dad: Do you remember the toe path behind Credit Union?
T: Bike path, you mean?
Dad: Yes, on the other side of the board walk.
T: There is a bridge there too.
Dad: Right! Let's go there today.
T: We go with our bikes?
Dad: No we will walk there.
T: Okay.
Dad: Come on honey. Show some enthusiasm. Let's walk a bit faster. You will feel better in a minute.
T: I feel better already.
Dad: Glad to hear you're feeling better. You were acting like a five year old a few minutes ago.
T: I am a five-year-old!
Dad: Actually you're almost six.
T: Nope! Not almost; I will be six in a few weeks.
Dad: You're right. You will be six in about a month.
T: Daddy, can these birds fly to Florida?
Dad: These birds are not the migratory birds.
T: What did you call them?
Dad: Migratory! M I G R A T O R Y ? migratory - birds!
T: Oh.
Dad: The ones that you see around us are local and are called resident birds.
T: Dad, you said birds move in the summer and again in the winter.
Dad: Migratory birds do. Crows, sparrows and pigeons and all the other ones you see around here live here. Migratory birds fly up high in the sky.
T: What are their names?
Dad: You mean their species, their categories, he kind of bird they are?
T: Oh. What kind?
Dad: I don't know many of them. Some falcons, some geese, Canadian wild geese, some ducks, definitely eagles. There are many more species that I don't know. We can go to the library and do some research and find out more if you want.
T: We can go to the internet too.
Dad: We sure can. But books are better. You can touch books and feel the pictures. You can compare books and look at many pictures at the same time. Books are better.
T: Dad, why we see so many squirrels?
Dad: This is where they live. Skunks, deers, rats, bats, chipmunks, snakes, mice; they all live here.
T: Deers? Doe, a deer, a female deer - Ray, a drop of golden sun - Me, a name I call myself - Fa, a long way to run - Sol, a needle pulling thread - La, a note to follow sol - Tea, a drink with jam and toast - That will bring us back to do? oh oh oh.
Dad: You remembered all of it. You never stop to impress me.
T: You want me to sing it again?
Dad: Oh yeh.
T: Doe, a deer, a female deer? (continues to the of the song.)
Dad: Again. Please sing it again.
T: No that's enough! Dad, are we on a nature walk?
Dad: We certainly are.
T: Like Beethoven?
Dad: YES! How do you know about his nature walks?
T: You told me that he used to go on nature walks.
Dad: He did. He used to take long walks in the woods. He told one of his friends, once, that he felt very relaxed and protected with the trees and the river in the country side. In fact, he composed an entire symphony for his love of nature. His symphony #6 is about nature.
T: Can I listen to it when we go home.
Dad: You have listened to it before. He believed that he loved to observe the nature; and not being able to listen to it did not matter to him. Because nature does not talk in words. Do you know what I mean?
T: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Dad: You know he was deaf - right?
T: Yes I know that, dad! Dad, tell me the story that he cut the legs of his piano...
Dad: Later! Would like to know why he liked to go on nature walks?
T: You just told me.
Dad: But you said you did not understand what I said.
T: I did daddy. He enjoyed walking in the trees because he did not want to talk to any one.
Dad: That's not what I said, but that's exactly what I meant. You are brilliant!
T: Dad! it's so sad that he was deaf and could not hear his own music.
Dad: Very sad honey. It's very sad!
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