The Rose and The Hare
Again tonight I am keeping words to a minimum.
The rose.
(Eden: Climber)
The Hare.
(For the birds.)
Setting the table for dinner.
(The Spaghetti Factory.)
The ice cream van.
(I love summer.)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Rose and The Hare
June 10, 2010
The Rose and The Hare
Again tonight I am keeping words to a minimum.
The rose.
The Hare.
Setting the table for dinner.
The Rose and The Hare
Again tonight I am keeping words to a minimum.
The rose.
The Hare.
Setting the table for dinner.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Turn Of The Century
June 9, 2010
Turn Of The Century
This is a beautiful ride at Lagoon.
It's named 'Turn Of The Century'.
Lagoon is a very old amusement park in Utah.
I have so much too say about Lagoon, but not tonight.
I am way to angry that I can't flip my photos.
Turn Of The Century
This is a beautiful ride at Lagoon.
It's named 'Turn Of The Century'.
Lagoon is a very old amusement park in Utah.
I have so much too say about Lagoon, but not tonight.
I am way to angry that I can't flip my photos.
It is a beautiful ride.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Firsts Of Summer
June 7, 2010
Firsts Of Summer
It was a day of 'firsts' for the summer.
First fresh laundry dried on the line, oh I missed that smell.
First roses from the garden.
Freya helping me fertilize the plants for the first time this season.
She worked very hard.
Oliver reading under an umbrella in the rain.
First rainbow of the summer.
The first lighting storm of the summer. 
The storm was intense and changed quickly. 
Wet lights.
Thank you for the nice words you left about my nest fiasco.
Firsts Of Summer
It was a day of 'firsts' for the summer.
First fresh laundry dried on the line, oh I missed that smell.
First roses from the garden.
Freya helping me fertilize the plants for the first time this season.
She worked very hard.
When she was 'finished with that chore' it took me twice as long without her help to complete.
Oliver reading under an umbrella in the rain.
First rainbow of the summer.
It was PRIDE week in Utah.
I thought it was nice for God to smile upon the gays with a double rainbow.
The first lighting storm of the summer.
It is very, very hard to catch lighting in a photo.
The storm was intense and changed quickly.
Wet lights.
Thank you for the nice words you left about my nest fiasco.
I feel much better now.
Cheers to a new week!
Friday, June 4, 2010
I Did A Bad, Bad Thing
June 4, 2010
I Did A Bad Bad Thing
Yesterday while I was cleaning up under my carport I noticed a birds nest in the corner.
I suspected there was a nest nearby because of all the bird crap on my patio furniture.
I got the ladder out and peeked into the nest.
Because there were neither eggs nor baby birds in the nest, I assumed it was vacant and that I could take it down.
Oliver, Freya and I were excited to be able to examine a bird nest so close.
We spent the better part of an hour slowly and carefully taking it apart.
(We only slightly noticed a small chickadee bopping about and screeching at us.)
The bits and bobs the bird used to make the nest were incredible.
Why the entire circumference of the nest was covered in thick bird crap is a mystery.
Was it used to cement twigs together?
I imagine it took a great deal of time to gather all the twigs, grass, string, cigarette filters and twine.
Add to that the time the sweet bird spent weaving together all that nest building stuff.
The nest was actually built as two separate nests.
Freya was the first to notice the little bird hopping about madly behind us.
As I sat thinking about the poor chickadee and the fact that she had nowhere to lay her eggs 
I filled it with sewing scraps and laundry fuzz.
I learned a valuable lesson from this.
Later in the evening Freya found sparklers from last year in the garage so we lit them up.
I Did A Bad Bad Thing
Yesterday while I was cleaning up under my carport I noticed a birds nest in the corner.
I suspected there was a nest nearby because of all the bird crap on my patio furniture.
I got the ladder out and peeked into the nest.
Because there were neither eggs nor baby birds in the nest, I assumed it was vacant and that I could take it down.
Oliver, Freya and I were excited to be able to examine a bird nest so close.
We spent the better part of an hour slowly and carefully taking it apart.
(We only slightly noticed a small chickadee bopping about and screeching at us.)
The bits and bobs the bird used to make the nest were incredible.
Why the entire circumference of the nest was covered in thick bird crap is a mystery.
Was it used to cement twigs together?
I imagine it took a great deal of time to gather all the twigs, grass, string, cigarette filters and twine.
Add to that the time the sweet bird spent weaving together all that nest building stuff.
It was a labor of love for the little bird, building a cozy, safe nest for her babies.
She probably chirp and sung the entire time she worked on her nest.
The nest was actually built as two separate nests.
The outer nest was made of foundation materials such as twigs, grasses and dead leaves.
Inside the foundation was a smaller, softer nest made of string, laundry fluff (that blows out of my house) and cigarette filters.
Freya was the first to notice the little bird hopping about madly behind us.
I was deconstructing her life's work right before her little bird eyes.
The mama chickadee would fly under the carport where her nest had been, to the dead peach tree above us and then to the cement behind us flapping chirping and panicking.
The mama chickadee would fly under the carport where her nest had been, to the dead peach tree above us and then to the cement behind us flapping chirping and panicking.
She even followed me to the garbage when I threw her disassembled nest away.
There was no way we could put her nest back together and under the carport.
Even if we could have, she wouldn't have used the tainted nest to lay her eggs.
Honestly I haven't felt that sad and regretful for a decision I have made in a long time.
As I sat thinking about the poor chickadee and the fact that she had nowhere to lay her eggs
I remembered a blog post about a 'nest building station'.
It can be found on 5orangepototoes.com. (March 18, 2010)
I can't make make the angry, soon to be mama bird a new nest but I could put out soft fiber material to help with her renest building efforts.
Chris cut the bottom off a two liter bottle and I hole punch each side.
I filled it with sewing scraps and laundry fuzz.
Then we hung it in the dead peach tree.
I learned a valuable lesson from this.
Don't be hasty.
Because there was a lot of bird shit on my patio I looked for a nest.
Finding the nest with neither eggs nor baby birds, I destroyed it.
Finding the nest with neither eggs nor baby birds, I destroyed it.
I should have looked around and paid attention to my surroundings.
We were so interested in taking apart the nest to see how it was built when we could have watched it being built.
Later in the evening Freya found sparklers from last year in the garage so we lit them up.
That was a nice way to end the evening.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
New Post For Tuesday
My post for today is after yesterdays post.
I would like it very much if you would read it!
I have a bunch of funky wood pieces in my garage and I need some inspiration for using them.
Thanks!
I would like it very much if you would read it!
I have a bunch of funky wood pieces in my garage and I need some inspiration for using them.
Thanks!
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