Sitting on the grass in the back yard at mid-summer is a trifle boring for me. There's a clatter of squirrels, some lightning bugs becoming evident as evening approaches, a few birds flit. A car door closes.
For Larsen, I suppose this is like watching TV. He observes the tree bough bending as squirrels pass hither and yon. A bird is observed and logged in. A car door raises an eyebrow.
Real TV is too abstract for Larsen. Once in a while, he may respond to the cackle of a rooster on a youtube video, or to a sqeal from a videotaped litter of pups, but for the most part, it does not register.
The back yard, by contrast, is kalaediscopic, at least for him. I enjoy our little outings. He sits or leans on my leg, and observes the passing, knowing that I'm with him.
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