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April 2010
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crying on the pavement

The nest is fucking empty. Even the egg is gone. Just three tiny pieces of shell. I couldn’t take a picture.

They don’t want me to stay

Today hasn’t been the greatest day, so me share some cuteness: a baby bird update!

First, here’s momma again since the last picture sucked.

Her red beak really stands out. There’s been a time or two where her tail feathers have been pointing towards the house and while the red streak in her tail makes it visible, it is always so much harder to see.

It’s kinda hard to see the babies, but there’s two of them. I made both pictures clickable, you look in the middle of the nest, under the wing of the bird on the right. You can see there’s a spotted round thing under the baby’s wing. That’s the last of the eggs. Bear and I are worried that one won’t hatch. I think it still hasn’t and the siblings are getting big. This picture is from six days ago (day after they hatched) and already they look fuller and more bird like (less ugly). Mom and Dad both come by and feed the babies. You can see in the picture they are laying pretty flat against the bottom of the nest, but the SECOND Mom or Dad fly towards the nest they pop up like little jacks in a nest and open their beaks wide. I’ve tried getting a picture of them feeding, but it’s a little difficult. They deflate flat pretty quick after Mom and Dad leave and if I even think about getting close, they skedattle.

Bear and I have plans to build a raised bed this weekend. Well Bear knows we are gonna build it. I’m not sure he realizes there’s a deadline. I’ve got baby tomato plants coming! Also, I’ve finally figured out the bread method in this bread book and I’m probably gonna post about that. Not terribly exciting to others maybe, but OMG GOOD BREAD.

(Linda: got title from “I’ve Got Friends” by Manchester Orchestra)

all my thoughts let me down

This weekend was basically spent reading, cuddling, and dealing with depression. It hasn’t dragged us down like this in a long time. I guess it was necessary. But I’ve been making bread consistently for a week now and I’ve gotten better and got a system(?)/rhythm. It’s easy and dude. Flour. Water. Salt. Yeast. No worries about what we are eating. We cooked at least 5 meals and were good for one of the 2 we didn’t make. I ate like a lb of brussel sprouts. Despite the lethargy of the weekend I didn’t put on any weight. I really do think the house is good for us.

To wit: We have a daily fascination. We have a deck that runs the entire back of our house and some overgrown shrubs that are now 8 feet tall and their tops are level with the floor of our deck. In one of those shrubs, a bird has made a nest and laid eggs. We can check on her from inside the house and do almost daily.

Pretty sure she’s a cardinal. Can you see her? Count two deck pickets from the left and then look about an inch up from the bottom of the railing. She’s got a red beak. That picture was taken through the glass door because if you open the door or walk down the deck towards her, she flies away.

I found out one day when I tried to creep up on her. Those are her three little eggs that she sits on. She’s been sitting on those eggs for… 3 weeks? I wonder how long eggs take to hatch. I can’t wait until there are baby birds there. Bear worries and frets about Momma Bird not having enough food, so we’ve been trying to keep the feeder full despite the crows that keep gobbling down the seed.

(for Linda: the title is from And Then You by Greg Laswell. Because you don’t. The “I’ve been a romantic for years” story probably made my whole week, not just today.)

weep for yourself

It was Bear’s birthday yesterday. I cleaned radiators and our floors for his gift. We have so much fun. We were also fighting about having kids yesterday. I hadn’t realized we were so close, but then I think about how old I actually am and it scares me. I don’t feel that old. My body doesn’t feel that old. Whatever. Despite what other people seem to be so sure about, I’m hoping that if I just take it the best I can, as I have everything else, it’ll work out.

In further news of Bear’s and my complete and utter disgusting domesticity, we have bought lawn fertilizer, a mosquito magnet and this propane motor that comes with a trimmer and can swap out the trimmer for all these other heads, like a cultivator and a saw.

We’ve been sleeping a lot lately too. Good sleep I think. My best guess is that we are more active and busy here than we’ve ever been. I think we got into a bad habit of living at the apartment and building ourselves back up has been tiring us out enough to sleep.

Oh. Continuing with all the babble about our grounds:

That’s the backyard, y es? You’ve seen it covered with snow so it’s not new. See the greenery by the stones and the trees? Those are skunk cabbage. We have lots and lots of them. Now lets pretend you could stand where I was when I took that picture and you turned to the left.

The other pest. Day lilies. SCADS of them. We have an infestation of Lily of the Valley (Canadian variety supposedly) too, but unlike Lily of the Valley, skunk cabbage and day liles are IMPOSSIBLE to dig up. No I lie. Skunk Cabbage is impossible. Day lilies are just the most stubborn bitches ever.

Lemme show you a closer look so you can see how DENSE this is.

All of those little triads of pretty green leaves has about 12 thick bulbs underground that create this WEB of roots that’s impossible to pull up.

Ok, I posted this because I think it’s funny and pretty that we have a little cluster of daffodils in the middle of our swamp, but will you look at the skunk cabbage? THERES A MILLION of them. And while in this picture they are a little bigger than a human head, now they are as big as beach balls. HUGE. I’m going to have a take another picture. I mean, it’s cool that they make the swamp look green? I don’t know. It boggles my mind, but I think I’m happy to leave the swamp to them. The day lilies on the other hand are mostly going down.

(For Linda: This title is from “Little Lion Man” by Mumford & Sons)