So, we were river swimming the other day, Shackleton and I. We had a big long stretch of Cotton Brook to ourselves and I was giving him a gentle push downstream in our inner tube when I noticed a mother duck crossing into the river ahead of us with eight ducklings behind her.
"Shack look at the ducks!"
"Do you see them?"
"They might attack."
I'm not making that up and he actually was worried about a duck attack, analogizing from the mother bear situation.
I was reminded about that episode when he just announced that, for today, he is not going to use his hands for anything.