Apparently, it’s a good thing my chosen vocation isn’t coroner. In a crazy Easter miracle, our first baby bird isn’t actually dead like I previously observed. This is clearly additional evidence that I know absolutely nothing about birds…or babies…or breathing. Continue reading
With a heavy heart, I broke the news to my kids this morning. Our baby bird from yesterday still hasn’t moved and doesn’t appear to be alive. The other two eggs are still unhatched. This may turn out to be a more somber science lesson than I anticipated at the beginning. I guess of all days, Good Friday is an appropriate time to talk about life and death.
Oh baby! Gazelle (finally) has something other than an egg to watch over! Joy and rapture! She was still on the nest just an hour ago – but on a hunch, I checked again before lunch.
These birds are never going to hatch. Ever. They’ll be the first eggs in the history of the universe to just decide to stay in there. Why am I watching a nest anyway? I don’t even like birds. Yet here I am like some kind of dopey idiot checking on a bunch of twigs and an evil mother bird who doesn’t follow any of the rules of her species. (sigh) As if you haven’t already figured it out…still no babies.
A junco was feasting at our window box
We spent the morning at our co-op, and since it was pouring rain and mostly dark when we left the house, I decided to leave the nest alone until we returned. Continue reading
On a garden walk around my mom’s bursting-to-life yard, I spotted a little Chestnut-backed Chickadee, who obliged my camera bug and stopped for some photos. How considerate. Continue reading
My patience is being tested waiting for these eggs to hatch. I feel like the woman from the old Mervyn’s commercials. Open, open, open.
The last egg was laid 10 days ago. So by mid-week, we should have baby birdies. “Should” is a terrible word. It basically means something is going to happen…but probably not in the way you want it to. Ever. Just keep repeating “Patience is a virtue.”. Maybe I should take another nature walk today to take my mind off the eggs that are never going to hatch.
It’s come to my attention that not everyone has traditions upon traditions to draw from during holidays. Since Easter is just a week away, I thought I’d spend the next few days sharing a few of our Easter traditions. Starting with Resurrection Eggs. Resurrection Eggs are a way for even the youngest children to learn the story of Easter. We’ve been using these puppies since my oldest was only three. Twelve eggs have a symbol inside that help remind kids (and adults too) of the events leading up to the crucifixion, resurrection and ascension of Jesus Christ.
We tried something a little different last Easter. Instead of dyeing eggs, we fingerprinted them. It was a fun change of pace and the kids loved coming up with designs.
Dissonant Symphony 