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When the baby robins flew their nest the other day, this one stayed behind.  The boys watched and waited for several looonng hours, until it was obvious that the parents weren’t coming back, to take ownership of this fine little fellow. 

They fixed up the butterfly barn as a cage, and padded a coconut shell for the little robin to sleep in.  He ate worms and ants, readily accepting his new ‘parents.’  My boys couldn’t have been prouder!  In the morning, he woke them up with his chirping.

They were glad to have an ‘alarm clock’ that didn’t require batteries.  That day they played with him when ever possible, carefully handling him, carefully feeding him, carefully letting him fly…

He was starting to get the hang of using his wings.  He would flutter from one boy to another, then to the computer screen.  He would fly onto the bunk bed and back to a boy. 

The boys began making plans to keep him.  They wanted to buy a bird cage, so that we could always have a robin in the house. 

I told them that I did not like this idea. 

Wild things should be free. 

Take good care of this one, and when it is time, let it go. 

There will be more creatures for you to care for, if you do well with this one. 

They didn’t like my ideas.  “What if this birdy never really flies?” 

I told them, “Only time will tell.  Now, lets enjoy this fellow while we have him.”  They agreed.

That evening, we ate supper together, the bird secure in his cage.  After supper they gathered more worms, and found the poor little birdy dead.

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I don’t know why such things happen.  They tried so hard.  The bird looked healthy and seemed happy.  It sang the prettiest little songs, especially when with the boys.  The house was plenty warm, though not too hot.  The little birdy should have lived… but he did not.

My boys were heart-broken.  They didn’t know what to make of it.  They wanted so much for this birdy to live.  They had been willing to spend their hard earned cash to provide a home for it, not to mention their time and attention.  They had done everything they could… isn’t that what love does?

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Looking out my front window today, I spied these little flowers that I have never seen before, growing where we transplanted all sorts of things a couple of years ago.  It seems that our hard work is finally paying off, because there are many new little plants out there. 

I found roses, of a variety other than the wild ones that grow so abundantly around here.  Something with a strong stem and large glossy leaves, standing 6″ tall — it may be a shrub or a tree.  Raspberries are coming up too.  It seems we will have the wild garden we dreamed of, in this little patch of yard!

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From under the protective wings of the mother hen, little chicks do peek.  Growing larger every day, until they are ready to be on their way.  Out in the big ol’ word, they will roam, but never too far from home.

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my favorite onion

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Egyption Onions are delightful.  They are nearly imposible to kill.  They reproduce by bunching and growing sets or bulbs at the top of the stem, instead of flowers, so, unless you pull and use every onion in your patch, you will always have more avalible. 

 The young onions can be used like scallons.  The bulbs can be pickled, added to soup, or used any other way that pearl onions are used. 

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little wonders

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While baby bird may be ugly, they are delightful to watch grow.  The boys stand at a distance, just watching the parents care for their young.  Most of the time, one of the parents is sitting on the nest, and when disturbed, scolds loudly. 

It has been three years, since we have had a robin nest into our yard.  They usually try to build the nests in areas where the wind blows all the materials away…  I am glad this one was different! 

We also have a handful of swallows nesting in out bird houses.  Early every morning, they fly in formation, collecting mosquitoes.

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Okay, so I am bragging again.  Please indulge me for a moment! 

When I returned home from my recent trip, the house was a disaster.  I set to work cleaning it, but was fustrated and unmotivated to get anything done.  I had imagined coming home to a house that was at least as clean as I had left it, since my husband always tells me he is the neat one… Anyway, a new article was born out of the fustration, and it has been well recieved! 

Yes, that’s right, people love it.  🙂  See for yourself:

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It made it to the #1 hot spot, in less than 24 hours, and that makes me very happy!

Would you like to read it?  7 Insiring ways to Keep your House Clean

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Migrating birds are one of the many joys of spring, and this spring has been no exception.  We have enjoyed many species of birds in our yard, and the children have fallen in love with their visits to the river.  The first Sunday we went, we just wanted to spend some time alongside the water.  We were not expecting anything other than a little R&R.  Little did we know that we would be greeted by flocks of hungry birds. 

Down to the water’s edge, for a better view, the boys went.  The hungry birds flocked to their hands.   “What can we feed them?”  They cried, in wonderment. 

“Well, I do have a bit of bread in the car,” I told them. 

“Yea!”  They cheered, running for the vehicle.  They returned with all the bread they could find, armed and ready for the feeding frenzy.

At first, the birds were careful to keep their distance, but then a white duck, and escape from some farm, began to nibble from Benjamin’s hands.  A Canadian Goose soon followed suit.  Next thing I know, they want to bring some birds home! 

“Mom, I’m sure I could catch one!”  “See, Mom, they like me.  This one is eating from my hand.”  “Please!?!”  

Of course, I understood, but still had to say “No.”  After all, “Where would the poor ducky live?  We don’t have any water in out back yard, and the ducks like to have water.” 

But boys are full of solutions.  “We could turn on the hose for it,” Adam suggested.  “I could make a pond for it,”  Caleb declared.  “Mom, this one really likes me.  I know it would be happy at our house, even without water,” Benjamin persisted.

Still, I held my ground.  When the last of the bread was gone, we said our good bye’s and headed home, with promises to return another day.

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