Baby Birds

Remember these beautiful eggs?

They all hatched.  Yes there are four beaks..one is toward the back.

Right now they are so ugly only their mother and father could love them.

Their mouths are open most all the time waiting for the food deliveries.

I had the day off yesterday.  Chance and I lollygagged in the yard..watching the birds.  A grey colored kitty cat sauntered into the yard..Chance quickly escorted it from the yard.  When I told Far Guy..he said “OH No..I hope the baby birds are okay.”  We checked and they were just fine.

Chance and I did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, dusted and put all kinds of “stuff” away…and wished our day was longer but we were tired so it is probably good it wasn’t.  Chance gets in a real funk when Far Guy is gone all day…then he waits and watches for him to come home. We warmed up leftovers..so we didn’t even pretend to cook:)

For the birds

It was a good week for the birds.  I not only have to make time to photograph all the wildflowers but the birds distract me too.

Remember the little ugly robins..well they are all feathered out and one by one they fledged.  We think there were three..one was huge and one day he pushed one of his little brothers or sister out..it made it to safety by the woodpile.  The parents had an absolute cow, it was hours before they calmed down..the next day chubby left the nest and one bird was left.  Far Guy walked that way and saw the little guy leave the nest and fly into a tree...so they are off on their own.  We decided to leave the nest, one of my cousins happened by and he said that some Robins will reuse their nests as soon as the previous bunch has left the nest..so we will watch and wait and see.

One afternoon Far Guy was hollering..I couldn't make out what he was saying other than "Camera".  It turns out as he was sitting outside brushing Chance a Hummingbird flew into the window.  Chance was startled, and looked at Far Guy as if to say "Did you see what that stupid bird did?"

Far Guy picked up the stunned bird.   He had it cupped in his hands when I arrived on the scene.  Yup it was stunned alright, sometimes it takes a bit for them to come around.  Far Guy kept talking to it as I took some photos..

  Chance smelled it. 

I was hoping that it wouldn't die, and so was Far Guy..he had just come back from a dead body call anyway..I think he had enough death for one day.   After a little rest, the beautiful little bird flew away:)

Expectations

Yesterday, tall handsome almost perfect son-in-law handy Andy and his lovely wife our youngest daughter were here..I got him to climb another ladder and take a photo of the robin's eggs..as he clung precariously on the old red ladder..he said well there are no eggs.. I was so disappointed..then he said ..they have hatched!

Kinda ugly little things, we left the red ladder next to this one..perhaps later in the week I can get another photo. I am sure the Mama bird loves them..every day they will get more beautiful as they get more feathers.

The grandboys brought friends to go fishing out on the pontoon. Far Guy went along. They got some nibbles, but no fish. Four youngins casting fish hooks off the same pontoon..I expected a fish hook incident..luckily no one was hooked.

One day this week Far Guy went to get a fishing license. He got a husband wife combo license. I offered to give the gal at the Bait and Tackle Shop my drivers license. She said "NO, I don't need it." .."Fine".. then in front of God and every man in the just before fishing season packed store she practically screamed "HOW TALL ARE YOU?" Duh..I was just a little taller than she was.. I replied "Six feet." Then she shouted "HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?" I replied "120". Yup, I lied..so sue me. It is highly unlikely I will go fishing anyway..and highly unlikely that I will ever encounter a Game warden either...and if I do I am just going to have to tell him the whole story or go off to jail for impersonating a tall thin person.


I wasn't having a very good day that day..the garage sales were not great..then we went to an estate sale..where I found three boxes of Shiny Brites, in their original boxes..and some odd balls in a shoe box!! At two dollars a box I was happy. The worm had turned..I was once again a happy person..just for a moment.. Turned out to be at a close relative of one of Far Guys old girlfriends, and she, his old Girl friend was collecting the money. The Catholic with big feet. That is what Far Guy's Mother used to call her. (Far Guys Mom used to remind me all the time that I was a much better girl friend for him than the Catholic with the big feet, I often wonder what she would have called me, probably the Lutheran with big boobs.. ) Far Guys old girlfriend is almost six feet tall and she is awfully thin ..almost anorexic. She went on some speil about how the Shiny Brite boxes were worth just as much as the ornaments..like I cared about her and her opinion.  Anyway, I left with the Shiny Brites and my husband.


Just to top off my rather miserable day, we drove around the neighborhood. The "Digging Lady" was in her yard..and Far Guy offered to stop so I could have a friendly chat with her and perhaps invite her over to dig up some of my flowers..some days I think he rather enjoys rileing me up. He knows exactly what to expect after all these years:)