It’s lost baby season again. One of the wild chickens freaked out when her eggs started moving and was trying to murder the babies when my mother rescued them. They finished hatching in a plastic carrier. One of them got pecked in the eye before help arrived. We will need to sew a very tiny eye patch.
Whoop
Between the rain and the neighborhood fireworks, the very dim bulbuls in our lychee tree dropped another fledgling. It spent all night in a cold pile of wet leaves before I found it this morning. It took a few hours of warming to convince the little guy he wasn’t dead. He’s not sure how to feel about that.
Before and after getting warmed up and eating some banana
Babies are tiring, but I’m glad about them.
It is pie day. Made an apple pie, and Zenny decorated it, and then she made a tiny peach pie with the leftover dough.
Walked to the store by my mother’s house to find a domestic beer and we got yelled at by a big half-naked man for not buying him a quesadilla just because he wasn’t Jesus. “Your nose is hanging out of your mask,” my mom told him. “YOU LET GOD WORRY ABOUT THAT.” “Yeah, okay. God can buy you that quesadilla, too.”
Left with Guinness, guiltily arguing that supporting a local grocery chain was kind of like buying local beer. Did not have to swing the bag of beer at the quesadilla Jesus man as we walked back, because he was sitting at a bench eating a half gallon of ice cream and spitting the peanuts onto the ground.
There is meat, there is corn, the trees are dropping fruit (and babies) and the weather is warm. Things are pretty ok.
Even your pie is a work of art. So is your daughter's.
ReplyDeletePoor baby birds. I am glad they have you and your mother.
Your pie and your daughter's are just lovely. Nicely done. That chick laying on its back looks so sad.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, she was just rolling out of the egg while hatching. She fluffed up and cuddled up to the other 6 chicks right away.
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