Here are some of the other residents of my stepsister's home...This is Belle, who I think you've met before...
This is Wilson, Enthroned...
And this is Bean, who is as petite as Wilson...Isn't.
I know I should at least show solidarity with all things black and white, but following on Thoreau's observations of May 1, why are we spending so much effort and moola trying to breed a creature that's too stupid to f*ck for its own preservation?
(I do realize we're not talking about the Sainted Tai but really, people.)
UO sends this via camera-phone:
Our babies are gone!
I'm not sure if it's because we did our job well, by leaving them alone; or if we so polluted the nest with our incessant spying and pix-snapping that they've decamped. So sad.
So, I hurried home tonight because we're interviewing a dog sitter who might take Kate outside every weekday at noon, and after I had done the dishes and picked up the icky newspaper from the kitchen floor I hurried outside to blog in the soft evening glow, and to see the sparrows in the nest in the shed. This is what I found:
If you're thinking, "Gosh, Mrs. O, that looks like a very large hatchling," you're probably right. I squeezed the camera phone right up in front of the nest and clicked, and the next thing I knew, my "hatchling" had flown out of the nest and crashed under the dormant lawn mower. Oops. I guess I interrupted Mama time, and now possibly Mama is lying stunned on the nasty floor of our shed, but I can't touch her or she'll self-destruct or something. Nature is hell.
We crated Kate for the first time today, since she kept escaping from her hidey hole in the kitchen. It was not a success. Thankfully, UO cleaned up. I think she knows where to poop and pee; the issue is bladder size and sphincter control. She certainly lets us know at night when she has to go out.
I can hear M the oldest P practicing her clarinet two yards over. Offering Boy should be practicing his but we're getting lax in the springtime, he's probably moderating his Mario forum. TLO is playing with the youngest P child , the birds are chirping, Kate is chewing on her plastic raygun and Dally is hiding way back under UO's desk. Life is good.
