food, crochet, merriment
For years and years, this grumpy old thing has been terrorizing the planet. “Young children and woodland creatures beware,” we’d say. “This isn’t your average nice kitty.”
He was even known in some circles as…
The Dog Slayer.
But that was…
before.
Before this little lady came along…
who just wanted to love him…
and trust that deep, deep inside his ancient, cranky self…
that his heart was truly…
kind and good.
And now, magically…
so it has become.
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This is not a post about dogs.
See the good birdy. See her eat the seeds that we scatter for her. See her sit there pretty and let me take her picture.
Good, good birdy.
See the naughty birdy. See the fake picture of the naughty birdy. She won’t sit still for me to take a picture.
Oh, no–she’s too busy…
EATING MY STRAWBERRIES!! Apparently this birdy doesn’t know with whom she plays.
I have friends you know…
If you look verrrry closely, you’ll see our baby bird, signing her version of the word…
birdy.
She can’t help herself because you see–each day, more and more of our birds come back.
We can see them jostling for the seeds in the feeder.
We can watch them sitting on the deck rail all puffy feathered in the rain.
We can hear them cooing and singing us awake each morning.
And friends, we are very, very happy about it, because we’ve been waiting for a long time…
all of us.
And so Jiff is now banned to the basement until she learns better manners.
After all, we have guests.
Happy Birthday Kristen!
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A Saturday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment~
A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember~via Soulemama.
If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for us.
Happy “Won’t You Be My Neighbor Day” friends!
That One Chick #8
Before the day of the digital camera–you had to point and shoot and cross your fingers hoping that when you got your film back your children wouldn’t look…like…this. It was always a crap shoot with no do overs.
Check out the little monkey on the left.
Speaking of monkeys…
When I was about this age–6 or 7ish we had a neighbor in Los Angeles that kept all kinds of monkeys. No lie. She had chimpanzees and spider monkeys and kept them in a huge playroom-pen at the front of the yard that she called the Monkey House. We could see them swinging on rings and jumping around from our kitchen window. Pretty sure there would be something illegal about that these days. Anyway, one day we came home to find the biggest and baddest grandaddy monkey of all time sitting on top of our fridge. His name was Beatnick and he apparently came in through our open kitchen window. When we came in the kitchen, he stood up and started screeching and throwing fruit down on us. My brother had a potato growing in a jar with toothpicks and water–the little dope threw that too.
My dad yelled, “Everybody stand still,” so we stood still. Too bad the chimp didn’t listen.
That creepy guy jumped right down and landed…
on my head.
So, try to picture it–two big old monkey feet clutching the top of my head–his toes were poking me in the eyes. Not to mention the fact that a monkey the size of a toddler weighs about as much as a 10 year old child. Before I could yell or bawl or help myself in any way, he sprung from my head to the kitchen table–knocking me to the floor. My dad picked me up and tossed me out of the kitchen. Pretty scary–I must say.
I have no idea how my dad got the monkey out of our house, but for years–any time he’d see a chimpanzee on T.V. he’d say, “Those little devils are as strong as a grown man.”
All I know is that they are as heavy as a sack of bricks…
when they land on your head.
