Chasing the Birds

My wife and I took off early from work today and took Troy to the park. It’s early Spring, so all of the birds that were waiting out the Winter somewhere else are back now. The park had Robins scattered about in groups, eating bugs in the grass and enjoying the Spring weather. As soon as Troy saw them, he took off in pursuit. When he got close, the birds would hop a few feet away. He continued to give chase, and the birds stayed just out of reach. So, Troy picked up the speed. Realizing that Troy had a good chance to catch them, going as fast as he was, the birds took flight into the trees.  Which frustrated Troy to no end.  He'd look back at me and just put his hands in the air like, "What can I do about that?"  I agree that being able to fly gives the birds an unfair advantage.

At that moment, on the other side of the park, another flock of Robins dropped down into the grass. And Troy took off after them, full speed, little legs moving in a blur. They barely escaped his Blitzkrieg attack, flying to another patch of grass and settling back into the grass. Back and forth across the park, Troy was running after whatever birds were brave enough or playful enough to land. His cheeks were bright red with the effort, but it didn't stop him. He'd pause for a water refuel and then be off again.