Right here, dummies. Basically all my free time has been taken up with either exercise, actual knitting, or GOD FORBID, parenting. Eldest daughter Evie has successfully finished kindergarten and her last day of school was Wednesday. Today we walked down to South Park for some play time. She did pretty well on the walk there, but on the way back, she acted as if her legs were going to fall off. They didn’t. I am working extra hard on my patience skills and really did quite well today. This could be the beginning of a kinder, gentler Lora. We’ll see. No promises, folks.
This morning, Burton discovered a fluffy baby robin by our garden and took Evie out to see it. I didn’t go out to take a look, but I was informed that it was CAAAAA-UUUTE. Today, as we were leaving to take our walk, I decided to go through the back yard to check on how the garden was doing. (Very well, thank you.) An adult Robin was freaking out around us, and kept hopping up to us and chirping and then slowly hopping away. I figured she was Mama Bird and Baby Bird was still close by. It took me forever to spot it. It was pretty well camouflaged. But it WAS cute. Mama bird wouldn’t let up with us and I was worried Evie might get pecked if she got too close. We went on our merry way. When we came back about an hour and a half later, the baby bird was still in almost the exact same spot, except it had climbed up on Burton’s garden hose nozzle. We went up and said hi to it and it would barely open it’s eyes. I’m sure it was scared. This time Mama Bird wasn’t around. I told Evie we should go inside because we didn’t want to scare it. The whole time I had a bad feeling. I figured if Mama wasn’t protecting it anymore, it probably wasn’t going to make it. A few hours after lunchtime, I looked out our bedroom window and saw it laying on it’s side with flies already buzzing around it. It was really sad. Nature can be so heartbreaking sometimes. I had to tell Evie. Lord, did she cry. Poor girl. She said, “That Mama should have protected it!” And I had to explain sometimes there’s nothing you can do, and birds don’t have the same emotions as humans, this is nature’s way, etc. I explained a stronger sibling might have kicked it out too soon so they would have more room to grow, it could’ve fallen, blown out, been sick, whatever, and at least it didn’t suffer long. Burton was pretty bummed when I texted him about it. He will bury it tomorrow.
Wow. Debbie Downer. Anyway, Evie drew some pictures of the birds. I thought they were cute and sad. She is such a sweet little girl.
Notice she drew the Mama bird’s other wing in the picture. Just thought it was interesting. Also, baby bird is not smiling.
I will be blogging again tomorrow, as my husband is going out to see a movie. I have some new artwork to share, as well as a piece of knitting in progress.