Yesterday it got cold. Maybe not northern Canada stupid cold, but cold for April in Australia cold. Which is like summer for northern Canada. I don’t live in Northern Canada, so I was cold.
I also had my 4-year old son for the weekend. I had planned a lazy Sunday inside, playing with Lego and Hot Wheels cars and watching Pixar movies, but by lunchtime he was going stir crazy. The poor kid is filled with the typical chaos toddler energy and he needed to burn it off. So we rugged up and headed to a park.
The first park we went to has a mini railway, which was not in action at the time. There’s a little club in town made up of wealthy Boomers who have these mini trains that are big enough to ride, and on weekends you’ll see these old nerds riding around the tracks in this park. Occasionally they give kids rides and it’s all very wholesome and nice. Not yesterday though. It was empty and cold, just like my heart.
The park has a nice little playground though, more suited to smaller kids. My son was happy for a minute though, then blurted out, “I need to poo.” Of course, there are no toilets in this park, so we rushed back to the car and went straight back home so he could do his business.
We get home and he says, “I only need to pee.” Thanks kid, we could’ve done a bush wee instead of rushing home praying that he didn’t have a turtlehead popping out to ruin his undies.
Anyway, business done, we headed back out. But this time we went to another park. One with ducks.
The “Duck Park”, as my son calls it, is a very popular park but yesterday it was basically empty. It was too cold for sane people.
We had a small bag of oats to feed the ducks, so we scattered them around and got swarmed by the quacking, tasty waterfowl. Mmm… crispy duck. Oh! Duck fat potatoes!
After that we headed to the bird enclosure that the park has to say hello to the cockatoos. They were busy attacking a giant rat that had found it’s way into their enclosure. Things were getting violent so I had to drag the boy away before he got to see a rat get disembowelled by a cockatoo talon. No pictures, sorry.
All in all, a successful trip out into the autumn cold was had.
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