Guess Who Flew the Nest.

No.

Not this guy.

Chase is still around. 

(My nest must be well feathered).

I am talking about the little quartet that hatched exactly two weeks ago.

The baby robins were doing some pretty awkward flying off the porch this morning.

This one sat there for about 5 minutes before mustering the courage to sail away.

(Stupid Picasa won't load my other pictures for some dumb reason).

Now that they are getting big, the baby robins crap all over my porch and I had to move my chairs and lay  newspaper down.  

Gross. 

But I think they are really close to leaving my home and exploring the big world!  I feel so proud (HA! of course I have not done a damn thing other than observe their little beginnings. Matt on the other hand took time out every day to dig up a few worms to help mama robin out). 

PS:  Did I ever tell you that Chase contracted viral meningitis from a bird crapping on his head while we were vacationing in Mexico? 

True story. 

PPS:  Is this not the cutest picture of Murphy? 

Robin

I call my house the "tree house" because it looks like a tree house and because the main level is up in the tree tops and we do don't  have any curtains because no one can see in and anyway just because.


So this what we discovered a few weeks ago.  

This is right outside our front door on top of the patio light.

And while you would think that a soon-to-be mama robin building a nest on your front porch would be a pretty sure sign that spring had arrived-- just two days after I took that picture, I awoke to this nonsense.

I took this shot from my phone while lying in bed on Saturday May 21, 2011. Ugh.  I was so worried about soon-to-be mama robin.

She camped out.

And she guarded her new little dwelling.

And, the next week I discovered this . . .

And finally, on June 2, 2011 (Matt's birthday btw), we came home to this. I knew something was up when I saw mama sitting on her nest backwards.

They don't have feathers quite yet, but they made it. hooray!  Mama and  Papa Robin take turns feeding their babies regurgitated worms all day long.

It is so fun to watch : )

Matt helped them out on Saturday by leaving a small container of night crawlers left over from our fishing trip in front of the nest. (haha dork)

Maybe I can get some picture of the four little ones as they learn to fly. Momma Robin is pretty accustomed  our routines (and our three dogs) and she doesn't even fly away when we go in and out anymore.

That is all I have to report from the treehouse. 

Stating the Obvious

My mom lives at the top of Peak 7 in Breckenridge, Colorado. Her house is way up on a rugged mountain. There are postings all over her neighborhood warning that bears are in the area and to BEWARE. There are also missing cat posters on every stop sign and light post.  Anyone see a connection? Guess what? Fluffy ain't coming back.

So that got me thinking. This summer I have noticed that 2 out of 3 commercials on the TV are for prescription drugs. Why are there so many people on so many motherfreakin drugs? The other third of the commercials are for law firms wanting to help you out if you have taken one of these drugs and now one of your kids has a deformed heart or you now piss your pants all day. Help me Xenu!   STOP TAKING SO MANY DRUGS PEOPLE!

(has Fergie been taking prescription meds?)

Oh and a quick note to Cialis:  If I have to ask my doctor if I am strong enough for sexual relations, it is probably just time for me to get out of that game. 

Ursine scare. Bovine unaware.

Earlier today:

We almost hit a bear on the highway. No lie. We both saw him run out of the woods and get right to the side of the road and at the very last second, he decides not to cross. Whew. That could have been ugly. I usually have an annual bear spotting in my yard (like this fellow that visited last May) but have never seen one on the road.

(sorry for the blurry pic. I was a tad bit excited)

I worry about hitting deer, but I never think of a bear running onto the highway.


Later today:

We drove past this:

Matt:   Do you know what it means when the cows are lying down in the middle of the day?

Me:   No.


Matt:   That it is going to rain.

Me:   Do you think the orange cow feels bad that she is the only cow that is not black?

Matt:   She is the only cow that does not know that she is not black.
 
Me:  Good point.

Found some pictures on my facebook that I thought I would share.

So I did manage to snap a few photos from my phone and post them on facebook over the last year. I thought I would share them here so you can see what has been a happenin round these parts for the last 9 months.

As evidenced by these pictures:

- From my spring wishlist, I cut my hair short (it is already getting long again).

- The cold caused some freaky natural events such as radioactive-looking mushrooms (remember that Gilligan's Island episode????).

- As hoped for, I made it down Vail Pass on my tandem (as evidenced by me drinking a margarita at Copper Mountain).

- I got a 10 foot-- yes, 10 foot, pre-lit Christmas tree on clearance last year. obnoxious I am telling you.

- A bird managed to get stuck in one of our ski chairs. My humane husband managed to take a few pictures before freeing the little fellow.

- I have been baking in my renovated kitchen and doing a little seasonal decorating when the mood strikes me.

That's all for now folks.