Over the summer, the boys spent a week at their grandparents’ house. Luke insisted on bringing his wheelbarrow to do work around their house, and Ben followed suit with his wagon. At the time, there really wasn’t any work to be done, so I told them to pick up pinecones. Not having any pine trees in their own yard, the pinecone hunt was new and thrilling to the little worker men. The collected pinecones were dumped into the trash.
The following day, we went to a butterfly exhibit. The walk to the butterfly house was woven throughout with pine trees. Pinecones everywhere. The boys collected a bunch and their Pa mentioned that they could put peanut butter and birdseed on them for the birds. This sent them into a pinecone-collecting mini-frenzy, most of which Zach or I tossed later.
Three pinecones made it home. Ben pestered me for days about putting peanut butter and seeds on them.
It’s not bird feeding time, but I finally gave up hoping that Ben would forget about it, and laid out the supplies in late August.
The boys prepared the three remaining pinecones as well as one piece of bark.
Feeding tally thus far: Benjamin and multiple ants.
We’ve had one pigeon and two crows stop by for a glance, but the usual crowd of tiny birds has not been by. Definitely not bird feeding time.
Benjamin, however, has stopped bugging me about prepping any more pinecones, so I consider the project a success.