Doesn’t sound right to me.
Surely some of the other group names feel more fitting? A ‘mob’ of Emu, a ‘crash’ of Hippo or even a ‘colony’ of bacteria!?
Anyway, we’ve just got back from a fabulous weekend at Elderflower Fields Festival with some lovely friends and a ‘flock’ (or ‘bundle’) of kids. Our squawking ‘flock’ consisted of about 12 kids or various ages between 1 and 11. They all got on so well, not a squabble or moan all weekend.
For us, with a 3 and almost 8 year old it can be tricky. They want to do different things and their dad and I often find it easier to take one each and keep them busy. Which generally mean, not a lot of time to relax.
Watching the youngest build new friendships and nervously letting the older kids go and explore made me think about how I used to take off after breakfast as a child and only come home when my tummy told me to. I wasn’t as lucky as Jo, Bess and Fanny to be packed off with sandwiches wrapped in brown paper and lashings of ginger beer. And, I’m not quite that old. After my floppy lemon curd sandwiches, viscount biscuit and a daily dose of Mr Ben, off I’d go again, back when the sun went down.
Much is said in the media these days about how unsafe the streets are. Horrible stories fill us with fear. How can we let our kids out of our sight in such a dreadfully scary world?
So what’s changed?
Is it that our parents didn’t care? To busy? Has the world really changed that much? Or is the media hype to blame?
Seeing how happy Daisy was spending time exploring or just sitting in the woods talking with friends made me sure that it was the right choice. Kids are all different of course and we are lucky to have a reasonably sensible little girl who I am very proud of.
Spread your wings and fly little bird… …but not too far.