Remember how I was telling you guys about the snake raiding the Blue bird box? Well he got his. Graphic photo alert.
I’m trying not to be happy about a being losing their life. However, there are way too many of them around and they have become quite aggressive towards the cats and me.
Monday I had a medical procedure done first thing in the morning. It was such a beautiful day when I returned home, I plopped myself down in a lawn chair where I spent the rest of the day sleeping off the anesthesia and just generally being a no account.
A few days earlier I had mention to Mr. Cottage how much I wish I could witness the blue birds fly out of the box. Anyway back to me being a no account. I was dreaming something that had a loud beeping going on. I slowly realized that it wasn’t a dream that there was a bit of a commotion going on around me. The beeping was loud chirping and it was coming from the bird house across the garden. I stood up to see what was going on and zoom right out of the box a baby flew straight at me and into my chest and plopped down at my feet. Holy cow did that just happen? I was trying to wake myself up enough to respond, quick get the cat away from a fast snack.
This is the fledgling that flew into my chest. And yes, if you are wondering, I was sleeping with my camera in my lap.
Little goober head looking out wondering if it can make the journey.
Mom and dad supervise as all three take off.
Not only did I get to watch the fledglings take off, but one of them made contact with me. How cool is that?
I’m sharing some advice I received this week.
Sometimes letting go is the fastest way to move forward.
See you later, Bye!