(INTO THE WOODS AND BEYOND!)
Bird mothers seem to have amazing patience. This momma seemed totally unfazed by the non-stop tweeting and chirping that was taking place in front of her.
Birds don’t have teeth, so I don’t know what the equivalent of gritting your teeth is for them. As I said earlier though, they seem very patient so maybe they don’t need any coping methods. I tried many coping techniques and hands down, the winner was chocolate.
I know that this little bluebird was asking it’s mama for food, but this reminds me of my kids when they were young. “Mom, mom,mom, look at this! Mom, mom, mom, the dog caught a mouse. Mom, mom, mom, can I keep the mouse?”
If you’ve ever wondered where I got my love of fun, this image might give you a clue.
My mother will be eighty-five this week. That’s what her birth certificate indicates.
There is NO possible way that the birth certificate is telling the truth.
I am older than my mother is, I’m sure of it. You will never convince me otherwise.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!
“MOM! MOM! MOM! BROTHER CHIPPY PULLED MY TAIL AND THEN SISTER SNARLY PULLED MY EAR AND THEN THEY BOTH HELD ME DOWN AND TICKLED ME! THEY ARE MY VERY FAVORITE BROTHER AND SISTER IN THE WORLD!”
“Mom! Mom! Can I hug you? I want to hug you!”
Today I met the babies that mama raccoon has been hiding. They came out from under the deck, one at a time and this was the first one to arrive.
A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS 