Last Sunday I took Daryl for a walk, and we had a nice time exploring and playing around.
We spent a few minutes watching some ants, and I taught him to stay away, saying “ants bite bite”. He was so cute and repeated “ant ants”.
Then we came across this little thing lying on the ground. It must have fell off during the thunderstorm.
Can you guess what it is?
I’m not exactly sure, but I suspect it’s a baby coconut or some sort of palm fruit. See the kind of city boy I am? I can’t even tell for sure what a coconut tree looks like.
There was a whole bunch of these things up in the tree.
Anyway. I picked it up, showed it to him and said “coconut”. He shouted excitedly, “nut nut! nut nut!”
I pointed upward at the tree, showing him where fruit came from.
I put the fruit in my pocket so Daryl could show it to everyone later (I also wanted to take photos), then we went looking for fish.
This is the size of the baby coconut in my hands.
Wait, do coconuts even have babies? Is this even a coconut?
Here’s a photo of the tree.
I’m confused and I need to get out of the city more.