I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
Sir James M. Barrie
1. Say good morning to our nine-day-old hummingbirds! Mama’s away, so they’re huddled beak-to-butt in the bottom of the nest, pretending they’re invisible. By tomorrow, their eyes will be open! (Objects in this picture are much smaller than they appear.)
2. Mama Bird’s an amazing chick. Papa Bird, not so much. He puffs out his chest, all important-like, but he hardly measures up.
3. My husband’s feathering the nest today, but I’m flying the coop — first class! He’s treating me to the Hand and Foot Fantasy at Burke Williams Spa. I know, how spoiled am I? Seriously, though, it’s a welcome reprieve from our epic
Ineptitude of the Greatest Magnitude kitchen remodel.
4. Two mockingbirds are doing a mating dance in the trees outside my office window. What beautiful songs might they be singing, I wonder, if they weren’t copying other birds. Hmm…I hear a writing metaphor, do you?
5. One of my most embarrassing moments EVER happened at a Sadie Hawkins Day dance. Those who said, “Someday you’ll look back on this and laugh”? They were lying.
6. Earlier this week, my
writing project jalopy was battered and mud-spattered; it careened and bounced all over the road. On Tuesday, it tipped it over into ditch. And lo, I was discouraged. But I dusted myself off, and I put a spit-shine on the salvageable parts. Oh Happy Day: My critique group liked the new material!