Sure!
He took me to the next room over to where there was a couch where we could look out the window and straight down all eleven floors. (Me at age six, I would have freaked. It didn’t seem to occur to him to flinch.)
Gramma, he asked. I want to see the falcons. Show me the falcons.
I had seen a peregrine fly below on Thursday but by the time my dad had stood up to see it was gone. There are signs down the block warning drivers to be ready to brake for them.
Well, I told him, I only saw it that one time here; I don’t know when it will fly by again.
That was okay. Where do they live, what do they eat, how fast can they go. He knew they go really fast.
I wasn’t sure how he would take the news that they eat pigeons and was a bit relieved that it seemed to be an okay part of nature to him He wanted to learn everything he could about them from me and I was so glad I’d let him bring me over to where we could look for them together and where he had my undivided attention, just the two of us.
I don’t know if he’ll remember those moments, but I know I will.