Here is a picture of the side of our yard, right near our carport. There is a hill and lots of trees and vegetation at the top of the hill. If you look closely, you will see that a little worn patch of dirt has been cleared...just big enough for a little boy to sit in.One day I found Mac there, just sitting there...and he was so content. The other day he told me he was going to the "Whistling Woods," and began walking up the hill to his little sanctuary. He tripped over some sticks and I heard, "Oh no! Mac fall down in the Whistling Woods!" How did the spot next to our house get named the Whistling Woods? :)
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