JP, yep, you will have that fun too when you are the farm boy and your Wife the farm girl!!! One could never in their wildest dreams imagine the fun that goes on, on a farm. It is the most fun ever. As a very immature adult, hee, hee, I can bring that kid out in me any time that I like, and that is most of the time. There is always something cool and fun going on with the critters, the bees and me (oh yes, and the myriad of kids too).
Yesterday my youngest Grandson, Nephew and the new foster boy found what they called a click beetle. My youngest Grandson had heard me speak of the click beetle and the clicking sound it makes when it is flipped over. That was last summer I was telling him about this bug.
He was jumping on the tramp with the other two boys, calling and calling me. I was in the process of hosing off the chickenyard walkways (a series of pallets to make like a walking ramp to stay out of the mucky crap), I was rather busy. But he was so determined that I get his attention that I just had to go and see what he was yelling about.
Beside the trampoline they had a little terrarium, which Troy, the pink toed tarantula lived in, before he died, sitting on the lawn. There was still some coconut fibre in the tank. They had found a click beetle, or so they thought it was. We looked and looked for this little dude and finally found him up on the side wall. I looked at it. I didn't think it was a click beetle, didn't look like the ones that I knew, so I humoured them and told them that it was the most beautiful click beetle I had ever seen. I picked it up, it was tiny and thin, no clue what kind of beetle it was, but they were so proud.
I will unearth a "real" click beetle today while they are at school, and surprise them. Their click beetle will have metamorphed into a real black click beetle.
Well, thinking about it, maybe they did have some species of click beetle, one never knows. Oh dear, I am ramblin'. Have that wonderful, most beautiful of these days, Cindi