sojourner
What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.
animalsOUR ROBIN EGG...
Though it feels substantially heavier than it seemed when first found, when candled, the dark spot (I presume to be our baby bird) does not seem to be getting larger or taking on any definitive form, as best I can tell. According to my research, hatching should follow a successful incubation period of about 14-15 days. Today would be day 10. I find it difficult to believe the small, flat, dark blob will develop into a baby bird in just 4-5 more days, but we’ll give it a go, just for conscience’s sake. If it hasn’t hatched (or the blob hasn’t changed) by next Sunday (which would be day 18), we will have an appropriate funeral for our little friend – a tiny bundle of living energy, not quite ready yet to take on mortal form – whom we may yet see again in some other form someday.
OUR PAINTED TURTLE...
As for Elliot’s Mother’s Day gift, apparently it was only intended to be a gift for a day. Once our painted turtle discovered the water in the pond, he dove in like an Olympic competitor and we haven’t seen him since. Sunday evening, my attempts to arrange him a way out of the water, and his vigorous exploration of it, stirred up so much debris, my pond looked more like a mud hole than a pond…there was no seeing ANYthing in that water. By the time the floating debris had settled and visibility had returned to the pond, there was no sign of our turtle, either in the water or the yard, and hasn’t been since. I’m guessing we had everything for his comfort except a sexy girl turtle. I had actually planned on taking him to the creek, if it came about that he didn’t seem content in the backyard…I suppose he took it upon himself to see that through. I was SOOOOO looking forward to having my very own slug control in the backyard this summer…I guess it’s back to the saucers of beer strategically placed around the pond. I wonder if the ants, birds and other living things that frequent the pond area get drunk too. That’s right, it’s just one big PARTY in my backyard. Come one, come all, let’s eat, drink, smoke and be merry, for morning glory season will soon be upon us!
Though it feels substantially heavier than it seemed when first found, when candled, the dark spot (I presume to be our baby bird) does not seem to be getting larger or taking on any definitive form, as best I can tell. According to my research, hatching should follow a successful incubation period of about 14-15 days. Today would be day 10. I find it difficult to believe the small, flat, dark blob will develop into a baby bird in just 4-5 more days, but we’ll give it a go, just for conscience’s sake. If it hasn’t hatched (or the blob hasn’t changed) by next Sunday (which would be day 18), we will have an appropriate funeral for our little friend – a tiny bundle of living energy, not quite ready yet to take on mortal form – whom we may yet see again in some other form someday.
OUR PAINTED TURTLE...
As for Elliot’s Mother’s Day gift, apparently it was only intended to be a gift for a day. Once our painted turtle discovered the water in the pond, he dove in like an Olympic competitor and we haven’t seen him since. Sunday evening, my attempts to arrange him a way out of the water, and his vigorous exploration of it, stirred up so much debris, my pond looked more like a mud hole than a pond…there was no seeing ANYthing in that water. By the time the floating debris had settled and visibility had returned to the pond, there was no sign of our turtle, either in the water or the yard, and hasn’t been since. I’m guessing we had everything for his comfort except a sexy girl turtle. I had actually planned on taking him to the creek, if it came about that he didn’t seem content in the backyard…I suppose he took it upon himself to see that through. I was SOOOOO looking forward to having my very own slug control in the backyard this summer…I guess it’s back to the saucers of beer strategically placed around the pond. I wonder if the ants, birds and other living things that frequent the pond area get drunk too. That’s right, it’s just one big PARTY in my backyard. Come one, come all, let’s eat, drink, smoke and be merry, for morning glory season will soon be upon us!
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