This is going to be a post about hunting Easter eggs. But, first let me clarify something. In case you hadn’t noticed, this blog isn’t terribly serious. It’s pretty much about chronicling the fun things I see, and every once in a while tell people I think they’re cool. So, please know that even though I am about to write my third Easter post without mentioning the resurrection of Jesus, I do fully believe it IS what matters about this past weekend.
So, then, let’s have at it.
I’m pretty certain most people never mature to the point of disliking hunting Easter eggs. In our family, we definitely proved that point this weekend. Our “kids” – all of them 17 plus years old – seemed to enjoy the hunt.
The Easter Bunny hid a bunch of eggs amongst the land and one BIG egg marked with the name of each hunter. Rules were that if you found someone else’s big egg you let it be and didn’t tell anyone else about it. Our Mom did this for us during one of the Easter egg hunts for our own kids when they were little and, honestly, I totally stopped paying attention to my own children and was dead set on finding MY big egg. I believe I ran over a few children in the process, but all’s fair in love and Easter egg hunts.
And they’re off:
Just seconds before the starting gun went off above, Magoo, who had spotted an egg already to her left, and knowing her cousin Emmy was uber-competitive warned Em “I don’t care if you have a broken collar bone, I will tackle you if you try to go after that egg. It is MINE!” And, quite to my surprise, Em actually let it be. Good thing. I’d really hate to take a 17 year old to the E.R. with an egg hunting injury.
And look at Grace above. She really does not get the extraordinary, life-altering importance of a quick start to the hunt.
Fun was had by all, dogs and humans alike. We believe all but two of the little eggs were found. I’ll find the others soon enough when I begin to mow. And for some, a little “you’re getting warmer” was needed to find their big eggs. The Easter Bunny, who may or may not have had assistance from SingingSally and SweetGuy, was particularly dastardly in the hiding of a few of the big eggs.
Bud’s could only be seen if you got down on hands and knees and moved some weeds aside. A pretty tough spot considering we have 12 acres of land to cover. Da Kaff’s, supposedly was in a difficult-to-spot place, but he found it in 2 minutes with his super calf/spidey sense.
But, the best spot by far had to be the placement of DustMeister’s egg. Here you go:
Yes, DustMeister’s big egg is in a bag, and tossed into the center of the pond. Brilliant play Easter Bunny!!
Keep in mind that I found just as many eggs as the White Rose who took a running start. Granted we tied for last place, but is that really the point? I’ll bet I had just as much fun as everyone else without dashing away at the start.
And i found more eggs than everyone else
But dashing from the start is the fun part!