I've always loved nice old bleached bones; I don't know why, but they fascinate me. So I decided to share this fondness with my granddaughters, while we were down at the railroad track.
They were quite receptive. And there's a treasure-trove of all sizes of bones along the railroad track.
I suggested they bang some of the bones together and listen to the sound it makes; it was a wonderful percussion sound!
Monica found some railroad spikes, and banged those together. Those made a nice sound, too. We all smiled at the sounds we were making.
Monica found some creature's jawbone that was shaped like a toy pistol, and shot a few things with it.
Because the bones were very well cured and bleached, I told the girls they could put some in their coat pockets and take them home.
The girls' daddy doesn't share our fondness for bones.
From now on, any bones we find will be put up for safe-keeping at my cabin, where they'll be fully appreciated.