My husband is due in tomorrow for leave, and I am "gimpy" right now. I traded in the original knee immobilizer, and it was such an improvement. Now it just goes from above my knee about six inches to about four or five inches above my ankle, but still getting around is so hard. When my husband comes home on leave, I want everything perfect. So I called in my friend Juana, and she came out with her girls to help me. I hate accepting help, but I can get anything in the middle, but nothing low, and nothing high when it comes to housekeeping right now. I get to spend Randy's leave having surgery to repair the injured knee. Sigh... all that said, what I am trying to convey is, I am really busy today, and don't have time for distractions, things have to get done.
About six weeks ago, after a week of rain Austin County desperately needed, I made a professional courtesy. I had been cleaning the back porch when the rain started with lightning and thunder, and I just left the trash can I was using on the porch and went inside. It rained and stormed every day for about a week. When I went back to the task, and started to pick up the trash can, out darted a little bird. In the trash was a beautifully constructed nest. Of course one mother to another we immediately had an understanding, and I just left the porch, trash can and all exactly as it was and allowed her to finish her project.
Every day Rosie, as McKenna dubbed
her, (she typically names everything Rosie,) toiled away getting her nest just so-so, and then I didn't see her for a quite awhile. I have a large window above my kitchen sink and I can observe my kingdom as I work in my kitchen doing everything from canning, cooking, and dish-washing. Rosie and I became pretty good buds.
I admired her work ethic, and she admired mine.
Then I saw her coming and going again, now she was bringing rollie pollies, little worms, and other delicacies. I began hearing little cheeping from her nest. Still I did not venture out to the porch, well actually I thought one time I would sneak out to the nursery and catch some photos, but her protests sent me back to my kitchen.
Then this morning Rosie began acting so strangely. She started flying right smack into the kitchen window. Flying up she would hover, staring straight at me, fly away, only to come right back, and she was panting. That really puzzled me. I maintain a bird habitat, with a stream I engineered that runs into the pond so the birds will have plenty of fresh, shallow, water. I keep feeders there as well. This bizarre behavior continued until I realized I needed to at least try to take her water. When I went to the back porch carefully balancing the bowl of water, she flew straight at me, turned and flew to the end of the porch, then down behind the storage container that sits about three feet from where the dryer vent exits the house. She repeated this behavior, and then I heard the familiar cheeping from where she was dropping down by the dryer vent.
Well, here she is, Rosie's little chick, we named her Bunnie after we rescued her from the oven like area where heat from the running dryer was definitely overheating her. She had left the nest a bit early. Returning her was not an easy task. As we attempted the rescue Bunnie, as we had named her, she flew off the porch. It was a lengthy rescue effort then, because she attracted the attention of the barn cats. (They aren't that big on dry cat food.)
After taking photos, (after all it took a lot of my time and attention to return her to the nest,) we tucked her back in and watched from the kitchen window as Rosie gave her the lecture of her life. Each of the girls, Maria and Suzanna, wanted their picture made with Bunnie! She won't be around long if she keeps venturing out of the safety of her nest. I hope Rosie realizes just how busy I was, and that I only took time out to help with her wayward child out of professional courtesy, one mom to another. We moms have to stick together.
And God said, "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky." So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water teems, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. God blessed them and said, "Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth." And there was evening, and there was morning-the fifth day.