Going Commando

The school holidays keep rolling by; today was yet another day waiting to be filled. After finding a bunch of stale bread in the freezer/pantry (and knowing how my darling hates waste) I had planned a little trip to the end of our street to visit the ducks. The troops were less than enthusiastic until daddy announced he would join us. All of a sudden it was a family outing.

One of the bonuses of Mr G working for himself is that every so often when the inspiration strikes, he can take a few hours to just hang out with us, like today.

At the end of our street is a wonderful stretch of native bush complete with stream, ducks and waterfall: The Oakley Creek Reserve. No sooner had we ducked below the treeline into our little hidden patch of paradise (ignoring the scattered litter and crappy tagging) than the kids started begging daddy to play Commandos.

Mr G is really just an overgrown kid, and needs no second urging to play silly games.

They found some "guns" (large sticks) and our Commando expedition began... The Captain was carrying his radio pack (Scrag) and ordered the Sergeant and the Corporal to fan out and keep an eye out for bogeys.

We spotted this suspicious looking guy...

...and this suspicious looking object placed right across our path (a tank trap? a trip wire?)

"Man down! Man down!" The Corporal tripped over what could have been a land-mine (or just some uneven concrete?) She was brave, as all SAS crack troops are trained to be; The Captain picked her up; we never leave a man behind...

A helicopter hovered overhead for a while - not sure whether it was friend or foe.

I suggested it could be airborne backup troops; Mr G muttered something like, "Don't quit your day job!"

I went back to taking photos...

Our mission was to feed the wild ducks, paying particular attention to the ones who looked hungriest... a serious business requiring the full attention of these crack SAS groundtroops...

We noticed that the RadioPack seemed to prefer eating the bread rather than throwing it...

Mission completed we carried on to our destination for some R&R and broke open the rations...

Ahhhh, perfection! Our whole little family on a bench overlooking the waterfall with nothing around us but birdsong and bush... What a nice warm fuzzy moment, perfect for capturing on film...

"Muuuumm!!! Put away that camera you japanese tourist!" shouted The Sergeant.
"Yeah, don't you think these kids are going to grow up scared to go out in public because of the paparazzi??" The Captain agreed, somewhat illogically.

"Ahhh well, you'll all be glad that I take so many photos in the future when we can look back and remember all the cool stuff we did together...!" I retorted.

And I'm sticking to my photo-taking guns.