Where I rescue a baby bird and feel like superwoman

We were going to my hubby’s office when I noticed something small and round on the asphalt. I couldn’t figure out what it was until it hopped awkwardly sideways.

It was a tiny baby bird.

My husband explained that a starling had built a nest inside a metal box for cables. Sure enough, there were twigs coming out of the opening on its base.

I’m no baby bird expert, but I do know that their best chance is with their parents and I know the parents do not reject them if someone has handled them. While my hubby watched from a safe distance (he doesn’t like touching baby birds–don’t worry I made fun of him for hours afterwards), I cradled the little guy in my hand.

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He was a tiny thing. A tiny ball of a belly with two ridiculously large legs, a knob of a head with a massive mouth and a shock of feathers on its top. Pretty wasn’t on his list of things to worry about but that wasn’t the point.

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He wasn’t scared of me as I picked him up. He just sat in my palm and looked at me while I explained to him what was happening. My explanation seemed to make sense to him because as soon as I lifted him into the opening of the nest, he hopped off inside. His sudden appearance set off a racket from his siblings waiting inside. Apparently, they had missed him.

We did our thing at Hubby’s work and came back to check on our nest. The baby bird was still inside and the mom was nowhere to be seen, so things seemed to be back on track.

I know it was a little thing, but it was the highlight of my day.

 

 

Adorable odd friends

I was all grumpy today because my car is getting fixed and it’s still not finished and my hubby showed me this video. It just made me grin like a silly kid. So cute!

How to NOT kill a wasp

  1. Find a British husband paranoid of wasps (the British part is optional but it does help in the cursing part)
  2. Get said husband to become obsessed with barbecuing on a beautiful sunny Saturday.
  3. Give husband a few potatoes to cook with onion dip to make them attract wasps.
  4. Have husband curse as wasps approach. (British curses add a certain gusto to the entire experience).
  5. Have said husband come into house swear he will kill the wasps, find a swatter and step outside only to run back in because wasp was ‘right there!’
  6. Have husband swear even more imaginatively than before involving all the wasp’s predecessors and progeny.
  7. Encourage husband to stay indoors only to have him bolt right back outside.
  8. Watch British husband dance around outside batting his hat at the air while the wasp meanders away completely unperturbed.

Just because I’m ga-ga over baby animals

This is self-indulgence at it’s worse. Be warned.

 

These are just a few of the super-cute pictures from Wicked Aww Pics. I just love them! don’t you? Aw…so cute!!

Where I change my mind

When I saw the ending of the second season of The Handmaid’s Tale, I was determined to never watch the show again. I won’t say the reason (to avoid spoilers) but that ending just sent me reeling. I couldn’t watch more of more of the same show and it seemed like nothing was going to change. I just couldn’t watch the same terrible things again.

And then I saw this…

And suddenly, I can’t wait to watch it. I can’t wait to see Gilead fall. I really hope that’s what we get, because I’d love to see it. In fact, I can’t wait to see it.

Where I can’t watch

Warning: there are some mild spoilers on this post about the Series: Game of Thrones. Stay away if you haven’t watched it or dislike any type of spoiler.

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My lovely hubby has been avidly watching the series Game of Thrones. That means, I have been watching it as well.

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I watched Season 7 with a mix of fear and delight. The story is just great and, though there was imminent and present danger, I was able to get through it without having to close my eyes too many times.

However.

Season 8 is proving to be something of a challenge.

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The two episodes we’ve had so far were a delight for me. We had dialogue, reunions and everyone was alive and healthy…The problem is that there is a terrible, terrible battle coming and…well, I don’t think I can watch it.

Bad things are coming…

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It’s really scary…

And, let’s face it, I’m a big, BIG, chicken.

So, what am I going to do? The only thing I can do. Let my hubby watch it, tell me most of it, freak out, wait a while and finally, while hugging my loyal doggies, watch the episode.

With a grumble and a smile

Yes, those are my feet. You’ll notice I’m wearing boots…and, more importantly, there’s some white stuff on the ground around my feet.

That, my lovely, gentle reader, is snow. Snow. Yeap. Here. As in it was so cold we didn’t get rain, we got snow.

In April.

I do have some better things to share with you though. Here, I took this picture a day before the ‘s-word’ arrived.

That’s the top of one of our evergreens. We planted them a couple of years ago and it gives me a ridiculous amount of pleasure to see them grow a little more each year.

See that lighter green bit at the top? That’s where the new growth comes in.

I know! It’s so exciting! Love trees, love them!

Of road trips and dog beds

There was a trip in our future because, since Canada is so spread out, anything you want to buy is at least an hour away. This trip was a couple of hours so, gritting our teeth against the freezing rain on the windshield, we put our boots on and off we went like a herd of turtles.

Several hours later, purchase made, we were heading back when I spotted a Petsmart!..you know where they have all sorts of things for pets?

Not that long after, we were back on our way…with a couple of new purchases.

Yeap. We might have bought these exact beds for our pooches before and…yeap, they’re still very expensive but no one said we had any fiscal restraint when it comes to our pooches.

Besides, they love these beds. Or, at least, we think they do.