On Saturday, we went to an Easter Egg Hunt sponsored by the City of Acworth (a neighboring city) and a local church. Hunt is to be used loosely.....it was in a lakeside park (along Lake Acworth), with a fenced-off area, with thousands of plastic Easter eggs scattered about the field, and at the appointed time, broken down by age group, the fence was dropped by volunteers and kids stormed the field, snatching as many eggs as they could. The only reason we went onto the field with Thing 2 is because we knew some of those parents would get a little overzealous. I was basically the Marty McSorley to Thing 2's Wayne Gretzky (I refuse to link any video of Gretzky, because he was such a bitch, and his wife is probably banging Sean Avery).
The highlight of this event was, after the 5 And Unders were done (which Thing 2 was part of), they cleared the field, and a helicopter flew in and someone dressed as the Easter Bunny dropped about 3 Hefty bags full of eggs all over the field, in addition to about another thousand eggs placed by volunteers. This was for the older kids (like Thing 1).
However, the highlight for me was looking up and seeing a hawk. Unlike the lyrics from "Oklahoma," this hawk (which is pretty much one of my favorite raptors, right behind the Osprey...which can dive underwater for God's sake) was not making lazy circles in the sky. It was muscling across the air, with a purpose, dominating the sky above the park and flying over the neighboring beach and heading towards a stand of trees. As it flew over the beach, it did something unexpected.....it decided to open its bomb bay doors, so to speak. That's right, it crapped a load of white bird poop from about 100 feet in the air as it soared over the beach. Of course, it did this right as I pointed out this majestic bird to my kids, so they got to see nature in action.
An hour later, with the Easter egg hunts over, and my kids' Easter basket full of about 20 plastic eggs full of crappy little plastic toys and fake tattoos (apparently this church was too cheap to spring for candy), we had to walk past this beach to get to the car. And there, out on the sand, approximately where I saw this hawk take a dump, were about 2 dozen kids playing in the sand, building sand castles, running around barefoot, and otherwise having a good time, ignorant of the fact that at least one of them was stepping on bird poop.
As Ferris Bueller would say, "life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."