Summer is on the way and Hazel Peach and I had a delicious Friday afternoon ice cream cone outdoors in the sunshine. I think it's fun to watch children eat ice cream cones --slobbering the top scoop all over the face and then nibbling down one side of the cone while sucking out the melted ice cream.
Maybe if I took more time to eat my ice cream cone, I'd enjoy it more, but I just can't. I'm a biter. I bite the ice cream and bite into the cone munching it right down before it gets drippy. Not much licking and slobbering for me. I'm all business. HP is too, but we just go about our business differently.
Eloise Wilkin illustration
The Robin babies have fledged.
I went out to visit them on Friday night and they were all huddled into the nest quiet and still, beaks closed tight, and white-circled eyes staring up at me sweetly. I should have taken a picture then, but it was quite dark and I knew there was not enough light for it, but I decided I would take a picture in the morning. When I got to the nest next morning, the babes were gone and I heard mother Robin "pipping" to them wherever they were. I looked, but couldn't find them anywhere. Baby robins are very obedient and can stand stalk-still for long periods of time so no one can see them. When mother robin or papa robin talk, they are quick to listen and mind. I'm hoping to catch a glimpse of the speckled robin children hopping about in my yard soon. In the meantime, I saw the orange Bullock's Oriole pair flirting on the barb wire fence today. I think there may be a nest in one of the old Cottonwood Twins.
Dear Father, hear and bless Thy beasts and singing birds;
and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.
~A child's prayer