Sorry Flower

We were walking around the lake this evening when I felt something land on my chest. My grandson came running up and kissed me and said "sorry, sorry, sorry!" Then he went and picked a flower for me. It turned out that he accidentally hit me when he threw his toy into the air. It was so funny because his father did the same thing when he was little.
In the extras is today's view of the nest in the beaver dam. Now there are six eggs.