bunny
In between the houses, a baby bunny lurks.
It comes out when it is quiet and it eats. Our cat has taken to perching on the window ledge and watching it through the glass with unblinking eyes.
It is so damn cute.
soap
My favourite night time soap. My husband bought me the first and second season on dvd. I’m just finishing the first.
I hate it when Gary takes that first drink and goes on an alcoholic rampage. Hate it when they bring in Abby and get rid of Kenny and Ginger. But I keep watching.
Huge crush on Sid.
The clothes aren’t as bad as I thought they might be. It starts in 1979 so the shoulders haven’t risen, the hair’s not so big.
The furniture, the whole decor thing is horrible, though. Gloriously horrible.
thanks
A small token to two teachers who brought theatre magic to the school. From our house to theirs – a fun magazine to read, a big glass to fill with something yummy and a flag of Thank You. They deserve it all and more.
camera shy
My candy kid. He normally races at the camera, strikes a pose, hams it up. But not when he’s in make-up and tights.
trait
My daughter’s school hands out certificates for exhibiting the trait of the month, be it honesty, responsibility, integrity. The kids are so excited as they await the presentation of their award and a high five from all the teachers who stand in a row.
I really like this. It makes the kids feel good.
mother
Robins are the best moms.
She hatched the egg and she flew around a lot and she protected her three eggs. She built the most perfect nest. She freaked out my cat.
Then two were born. She dive bombed me daily as I left the house in case I had thoughts of bringing her little hungry ones near harm.
Two days after the babies appeared, they were gone. Big birds, I guess. Crows or seagulls? I had tried to give the nest some space. Now it seems not to matter anymore. One lone unhatched imperfect blue egg rests in the temporary woven home. The mom is gone.
She worked to keep them safe, and in the end she couldn’t.
I am going to remember these robins and this nest and those two hungry babies reaching for food and the way she would shelter them with her body as she fed them.
It’s hard work being a mom. I didn’t think years ago that I was mom material but I know now that I am.
I know the robin doesn’t feel sadness. I feel it for her.
wall of books
One of the walls in what should be our dining room. The reading room.
What to read next…
The owl stares back.
nest
The nest is in the tall coniferous bush between us and our neighbour’s driveway. Mom and Dad Robin regularly swoop at us when we pass by.
I try to take the long way round and give them space.
Yesterday, from the porch I could make out a hungry baby stretching for a snack. There are at least two. The robins guard them protectively.
geese on a roof
I see a goose on a roof the day before and I slow down in my car. I’d never seen a goose on a roof. It looked so awkward. I had no time to retrieve my camera so I drove past.
The next day, I see this: 3 geese on a roof. I have no idea what the hell they are doing up there. They look so out of place. They should be in a field or on a golf course.
