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!"
[nothing.]
"Do you see them?"
"Shhh."
"Why?"
"They might attack."
I'm not making that up and he actually was worried about a duck attack, analogizing from the mother bear situation.
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I was reminded about that episode when he just announced that, for today, he is not going to use his hands for anything.