Gazelle is back on the nest this morning. I wonder if she was willing to leave yesterday because it was unseasonably warm at almost 70 degrees. No time to stay and chat today. Tulips are waiting for us at the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival!
At last! After a week of peeking around corners and trying to stealthily sneak a few frames of Gazelle on the nest, I arrived for my morning snoop when she wasn’t there! In this process I’ve discovered something new about myself. I would make a terrible spy. Espionage is absolutely not my strong suit. I’d be captured or killed within 24-hours I’m sure. America is far safer with me at home. Continue reading
Since nothing new is happening in our nest, and I’m completely paranoid about bothering Gazelle too much now that she’s incubating eggs, the kids and I decided to go for a nature walk. We headed off into the woods, the munchkins toting their magnifying glasses while I lugged along my biggest lens. Continue reading
Another morning, another trek down the path to find Gazelle stubbornly unmoved from the nest. (sigh)
We started spitballing names for the baby birds yesterday. Continue reading
Gazelle has been sticking very close to the nest the past couple days. As in…she’s always on the nest when I take a peek around the rocks. I try not to disturb her as I’m sure keeping eggs warm is serious business. Nobody likes to be bothered at work. Especially this girl. She gets very antsy if I get close to the nest while she’s on it. Which is all the time. All. The. Time. I wonder if birds store up fat for brooding like other animals do for hibernation. She did seem a little, um…fluffy when I took her portraits a couple of days ago. Unless Gazelle has a man bringing her food, I don’t see how she’s getting anything to eat. Poor thing. Growing babies while on a diet? That life is for the birds. Hahahaha! Continue reading
For every beast of the forest is Mine,
And the cattle on a thousand hills.
I know all the birds of the mountains,
And the wild beasts of the field are Mine.
I got to know one of God’s birds a little better this morning! Continue reading
I have genius friends. I’m so blessed. Here’s my sad attempt from earlier today. Fuzzy around the edges because there’s not enough light coming in. I think those are eggs. But I’m not sure. They could just be rocks.
Well lookie there. My kids were right. Tres eggs. There. Now you can say you incorporated a second language into your day. You are welcome.
I have never seen my kids more excited than when they came bounding in from the backyard yesterday. They were jumping up and down, giddy and full of exuberance. So much that I could barely understand their squeals of “Mommy, Mommy! Come outside quick! Hurry!”. I trekked after them, down the path that runs along the rockery and quickly understood their enthusiasm. There, hidden in a crevice between two rocks, was a bird’s nest with a single pale egg nestled inside.