For the BIrds

One of the joys of summer is to be able to watch "our" birds. We have feeders and a bird-bath attached to the deck so we always have birds around.

We leave peanuts out for the jays and magpies, in an old pie tin screwed to the deck. One of the magpies has a curled, deformed foot, so he is identifiable. I call him Curly. He has been in our yard for 4-5 years, every year he comes back. He gets around fine. I get such a kick out of watching the magpies choose the best peanut, like an old lady choosing a melon, they pick up one, then put it down, push them around with their beaks, pick and disregard another, until they find the one that is juuust right. Sometimes they struggle to fit TWO in their beaks and off they fly to hide them somewhere around the yard. I have found peanuts in some pretty creative places. The jays just quickly grab one and they're gone.

We have had the most brilliant yellow finches this year! I love their tiny little bodies and they have a sweet song. They and the chickadees and common house finch/sparrows feed at the feeders that have sunflowers and bird seed in them. There is so much waste with the sunflower seeds! Down under the feeder there is a pile of shells and uneaten seeds at a ratio of about 5 to 1 in favor of the seeds! Last night I scooped a bunch up, put them in a shallow bowl, shook them and blew hard to separate the shells from the seed. I'm going to try it with a fan. After blowing , shaking, blowing, shaking I worried that I may have inhaled some dust that could give me bird flu or something...been around Don too long. Anyway, it made me think the biblical wheat and chaff.

This afternoon I saw a mama robin and two babies, this made me really happy after finding a little corpse in the flower bed a couple of weeks ago. I had watched a nest right outside my bedroom window, watched the bird sit, saw the mom and dad feed the babies (y) and then they were gone. I'll have to watch the cats now, try to keep them in. Well actually it's only Lido, the black and white that goes after them. Beans, our brindle brown, tiger-y cat leaves them alone. Joining the robins on the lawn are the crazy little starlings. I know they're trash birds, but marching stiff-legged across the lawn with their whirs, whistles, clacks and chirps they entertain me and when the sun hits their feathers just right the iridescent colors shine. Occasionally we even have a couple of ducks that come and hang out in the backyard, a beautiful mallard pair, pretty brown female and emerald green headed male. The quail hide out , camouflaged in the garden. In the front yard they will fly straight into my very dense ornamental pine. I don't know how they do it! The other day, the pair and about 8 little bumblebee babies ran across the lawn and over to our neighbor's yard.  Such a sweet sight!

The woodpeckers require no feeding. While I was watering the baskets the other day, I saw an adult and 4 baby woodpeckers, the little ones hiding at the base of the tree and close to the ground near the fence, while mom was in the tree.The hawk that hovers overhead sometimes takes advantage of the little birdies that congregate in the yard, but since the fields are rapidly disappearing, they have to eat too so... we've found a pile of feathers a couple of times.

It makes me sad to know that in a couple of weeks  I will be back at school, missing out on the daily bird show. I'll have to make do with the afternoon performance.

Empty Nest

Well, my baby left. I came home and felt like I needed a good cry, but it never came. When I had the chance I just couldn't, I just feel teary now and then. I have to admit, I'm checking my email a couple times, okay, several times a day just in case this is the day he is allowed to write and so far no luck. A funny coincidence, when Ty met with his bishopric at the MTC, one of the counselors saw his name, looked at him and said, "I'll bet your Stephen Cann's brother." My second son Stephen went down to Argentina on his mission, his mission President was Alan Wilkins. He has since come back to Utah to work at BYU and his church calling is now as a member of a bishopric at the MTC. It was Pres. Wilkins! So that was kinda fun to hear! Glad Steve made a good impression and the guy wasn't like, "Oh no, not another of those Cann kids!"

I am so sad that summer is going by so fast! In fact, I can feel pretty down about it and forget to enjoy the days I have. Just like life, eh? I guess I need to find a pin that says Don't be sad the summer ended too soon, just be glad you had a summer! Doesn't Garth Brooks or someone sing a song about that?
So what have I been doing with my time? Well it seems like all of June was taken up with mission prep and making memories...making memories by eating! We went out to lunch and dinner, I cooked his favorite meals, made dessert, went to Kneader's all you can eat french toast for breakfast... Other, skinny families I know, celebrate and make memories by going for a jog together, or hiking or biking. Not us. I've gained so much weight after losing and feeling so skinny last spring and summer! You know how, although it's only  1/3 of what you need to lose, you suddenly feel lithe and thin and slender. People on the street may say, "wow, that gal needs to lose a lot of weight", but you feel greeeat! So it's upsetting to have backslid,  But apparently not upsetting enough to stop eating! I guess I thought it would just stay off forever!! Don has started HCG again so that should help me with all of the salad, vege, meat dinners I'll be cooking. Hopefully I can get back down to my beforeschoolgotout weight before schoolgetsbackin.

Speaking of Don, we are almost empty nesters. Now I know some of you, those of you who can't wait to have the house to yourself for sex in the kitchen anytime you want, are saying right now, "Oh you're so lucky!"  But I am upset, dammit! I don't want to have sex in the kitchen. Don and I need a buffer, hell, TWO buffers. And now one of them has gone. Barry is still, kind of at home in the basement, never see him except when we need some heavy lifting done, or on his way out.

Tell me, those of you with experience, can dogs be used as a buffer? I'm serious.