Back in the day when kids actually played outside all the time , before xbox, before computers and before ipods ,we learned to make our own fun. You were darn tootin’ lucky,( like my Dad used to say), if you had a tv in my ‘hood. We climbed monkey bars (trees), we explored the backyard ravine, dug up wildflowers and ferns and funguses and hauled home’ clay’ from the river to make stuff out of. Ya, that wasn’t clay I later learned. Gack. We caught tadpoles in ditches and hatched them into frogs. We also tried fishing in the little stream at the bottom of the gully with home made rods from twigs. No parents drove us around to ‘the mall’ to shop for fun, of for fast food when we had the inkling. No parents ever had to tell us to get outside and play. We wanted to. There was no Disneyland for us. We didn’t need Disneyland. We had outside.That stuff was for the rich kids anyway, not to say rich kids didn’t play outside of course, and we weren’t rich by any stretch. Know what though? I am so grateful for that. I am so happy to have had the childhood I was given. I know my brother and sister are as well. Gosh, we couldn’t wait to get dressed on the weekends and get the heck out to play. We were gone. All freakin’ day. We came home tired, dirty, hungry and happy. That my friends is a good feeling. This is where my love of all things flora and fauna began. This is what I want for my kids.So, after my rambling introduction, I just want to share a few pics of what I found in my yard yesterday. It all started off as a lovely and blissful Sunday morning. Cup o joe in hand, birds are a singing, sun is shining on. So here I am traipsing around the garden, pajama~ clad, looking for something other than weeds when I spy Willa the serial ~killer kitty stalking something in the dandelion lawn. I am thinking ewww, it is a mouse. Grim. I get closer, sloooooowly, to discover much to my chagrin that in her hot feline mittens she has a wee baby bird. Total ride wrecker. I realize it is natural for kitty’s to do this but it doesn’t stop me from shooing bad kitty away and try to rescue the sweet little baby. FYI, she hasn’t killed it but is curiously yet gently playing with it.
I think it must have tumbled from its nest above because this lil beaker was way too young to fly. So we perched it in an egg carton in the apple tree and secured it up high away from the predators . Can you see her all tucked in there? She is just mini bit.
Poor Mama and Daddy Bird, they were having a sh*t fit. Swooping in and out, chirping, probably screaming in bird lingo, more swooping, more chirping, they were on top of this situation like a hot damn. Good bird parents for sure in my book. Mama even brought little bugs and worms to baby trying to keep it fed and happy . We spent all day caring for Beaker but she kept falling out of her home made nest. Poor tiny guy, she deserved a chance to fly. Everyone does. Do you think that the children of today will be as connected to nature as our generation because they are so much more connected and plugged in to electronics? Why or why not? I would love to know your thoughts…….