Batty-Man Rescues Robyn

I went into the garage after I got home today and I heard a flapping sound behind the extra sheetrock stacked up against the garage window. I looked down and saw Robyn trapped. She kept trying to fly out but couldn't make it.

A bird in the hand is better than doo-doo in the bushes. Up to this point Robyn had been much too shy to pose for a family photo, but with a little coaching from me (and my leather gloves) she oblidged. After a pleasant visit and a much needed rest she decided to be on her way.

I noticed her a few minutes later hatching a new strategy for the fledgling family future.

All four featherless friends had made the break and were getting accoustomed to mortal life. Can you pick out the oldest?

It's a BOYd

We are pleased to announce that Robyn gave birth to two of her four prospective fledglings on Sunday morning, June 8. The first, as we already know, was named Eenie, followed there after by Meanie. Miney and Moses are still debating as to exactly when they will crack the case and solve the problem of being born. I heard tiny voices whispering something about "breaking outa dis joint." I expect Moses will be the last to make the "exodus" (pun intended).

The Toe, Part 2

Now that you've vommitted your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, here's another video for your viewing pleasure! Enjoy!

So long, Mr. Toenail

I don't know what was more disturbing, the fact that I was filming my toenail getting removed, or that fact that NO ONE has called to see how my recovery is going. Thanks a lot. And in case you were wondering, which I know you're not, it has healed just fine. People have asked me, "How could you stomach filming that?" My answer is simple. I've been under the knife so many times, I'm unaffected by things like this, it's almost to the point where it's amusing. So enjoy! The kids at my school were definitely entertained by it...

(by the way, I made it black and white to enhance your fear and queasiness, almost like those old 'Twilight Zone' shows, all I need is the music in the background...)

Ink-Cue-Baiting

I had left the door open to the shed, so one of our fine-feathered friends (we'll call her Robin) moved in and homesteaded the place. I will keep you posted as the process continues. Sunday, May 25. This is Adam, the firstborn. He found himself rather lonely, so he talked his mother into expanding the family. Friday, May 30. New arrivals complete the family. Adam's name is now changed to "Eenie." Can you guess his siblings' names? That's right: Eenie, Meanie, Miney and Moses. Robin said Moses was the most comfortable because he was named after a famous man who also spent part of his childhood in a similar basket.

Sunday, June 8, 2008. Jailbreak. We're outa here.

Fearsome Foursome free at last. Monday, June 9, 2008. Any predictions on when they will file their flight plans? There is a prize for whoever is closest to the actual date.

Flower Power

The yard has suddenly exploded into a sudden burst of color as Jan has been out doing her usual spring-thing of planting flowers everywhere. Dead leaves have been hauled away, twigs from the tree in the back gathered up, and "sunshine" spread everywhere. How can things help but grow? The spring has been unusually cool and we have enjoyed it. We have had precious few days when we did not wear a jacket. Water has been running in the canal and the pump has been put back into service. The grass has turned a dark green. The tree in the front yard has been particularly beautiful this year. We have not had a lot of wind to beat the blossoms away, so we have been blessed with an abundance of color. Even the little apple tree in the garden is loaded with white blossoms. We should be able to have our typical explosion of apples to dry for the winter. With all the rain we have had it is nice to not hear people say, "But the ground is so dryyyy" (say it with a raspy-sort-of-choaking whisper to get the real effect).

How's the eye, Blake?

"He's Blake-eye the Sailor Man. He's Blake-eye the Sailor Man. He's strong to the 'finich' cause he eats his spinach, he's Blake-eye the Sailor Man. (toot toot!)"