Bird Call

At the last Zone (afterschool program at Waveland Church one day/week) before Spring Break, Camden got a bag of goodies.  One of them was a bird whistle.  She blew and blew and couldn't get it to make much sound.  I chalked it off to a cheap trinket.

Kevin picked it up the next day and said, "Cool!"  I can't believe Camden got this whistle.  I just stared at him.  "You do know what it is?  You do know how to make it work?"  Obviously No and No.

He took it to the kitchen, filled it with some water, and gave it to Camden.  She blew into it and a beautiful bird sound was produced.  It was, indeed, "Cool!"  It vaguely is familiar, but I don't think I would have known about that in a million years.  Glad to have Daddy's knowledge!

Camden went outside and pranced around the yard "Bird calling" all evening.