food, crochet, merriment
When I was a rolly, polly, rubber-doll of a baby, we had this parakeet named Percy. From what I’ve heard he was a friendly sort and let even the scariest of creatures hold him–as shone above. Apparently, we kids could just walk around with a stick or pencil for him to perch on and he’d just sit there like his life was in no way being threatened by the 100 ft. baby. Yikes. The story goes, that 1-1/2 seconds after this picture was snapped those sweet, dimply baby paws grabbed up that poor unsuspecting birdy and gave him the toddler version of a one handed bear hug. My mama had to pry him from my grasp before he became “The Parakeet Who Was.”
Fear not. He lived.
Didn’t particularly care for baby-face Nelson any more…but he lived.
I swear. I can prove it.
You see, he went on to star in several family Christmas cards before finally passing on to the big Animal Kingdom in the sky…of causes completely unrelated to the baby grip of death.
But he always liked my big brother the best.
No earthly idea why.
heh.
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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We took the babies to the Thanksgiving Point Tulip Festival for the first time in our livin’ lives. It was a lovely, lots of walking, flowery adventure. We saw pink tulips…
and crashing waterfalls,
yellow daffodils,
and secret gardens.
We saw orange and purple tulips…
and a cliff-dwelling mama owl.
We saw a sleepy baby Chompy…
and more tulips!
These were some of the really fancy ones–inside–entered in a competition for the most beautiful flower in the universe.
…although we did have a couple of our own…
and they were “blooming” cute.
Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
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