We attended an Owl Walk and Talk (my made up name, yes, Audobon Society, feel free to take it!) tonight. TJ was really well behaved until the very moment we arrived home, and were putting him to bed two hours later than his usual bedtime.
At the owl talk, he sat there very patiently and rapt, listening to the woman speak about the owls. He laughed when we laughed and was fascinated by the box I told him probably held a live owl.
Once the owl came out, he was also quite fascinated with the tarp underneath the owl (to catch poo) and also very concerned with the speaker's foot on the tarp. "Why is her foot on the tarp? I want her to move her foot," he said. He was also wondering where the owl's bumbum is located, after we told him the purpose of the tarp.
During the walk, he was good, too, although we both ended up carrying him much of the time and we didn't see any owls. The lady made owl calls to summon the owls, to no avail.
When we arrived home and I asked TJ his favorite part, he said "hearing the owls."
Julia stayed at home with Mimi, and the owl's big round eyes reminded me of my little girl.