But have you met the little birds that surround me while I type?  Oh maybe you glanced at them when we undertook the office redo, but I thought you might like to see them again.

I realize the little bluebird is blurry, but she really likes to be hidden anyway, in a mass of green and camouflaged by a butterfly finger-painting project a neighborhood girl gave to me.

A trio of gifted birds have alighted high up in the office, two on painted-white brick columns and one on a framed Marjolein Bastin artwork.

My children all love this hand-carved bird with what appears to be Japanese writing carved into the base.  He was rescued from Goodwill and set to watch over the nearby birdhouse.

A ceramic pomander bird-occupied cage filled with lavender from the garden.

Another pomander ~ a white ceramic dove.

Love is…a heavy cast iron bird.

One of my favorites is the large bluejay, because the carpenter bought it for me on our last vacation to Tweetsie Railroad.

And very humbly last, but certainly not least, is this little formed-from-clay sweetheart of a bird, sitting in a string-and-glue nest, fashioned by Daniel’s little hands when he was only 6 years old.  He has a chipped beak, but to say he’s not my favorite would be a travesty.

Things like collected birds are just tokens of days spent with friends and sweethearts, and of times gone by.  It’s the memories these tokens elicit that are the real treasures. 

We all only have today.  Enjoy…

Now tell the truth.  If you were a pretty little North Carolina songbird, with delicate wings and a bright song, would you dare to land in this feeder?

I didn’t think so.

Enjoy your day.  It’s bright and pretty here!  Sunny! It’s a field trip day.  The garden is about to burst at the seams with little spring flowers.  Hmmmm.  Tea in the garden this morning.  I’ve taken some pictures already this morning.  I’m making an infusion to sip on all day.  I am prayerful that we’ll have a good and safe and productive day.  I hope you have the same.

Lynn

Yes, the injured bird — the one tormented by the cat, was a house finch.  My first deep instinct was purple finch, but the bird looked so tiny and yet puffed up, and so brown, I thought wren?  And then settled on sparrow.  But it was in fact a female house finch.

When we woke up this morning the bird was looking much, much better.  It was moving both legs, something it had been unable to do right after the attack, and it seemed hungry.

If I look worried, it’s because I am.  I know you should not try to keep a wild bird in captivity, and I was very worried that the little bird might not make it after all.  I called Piedmont Wildlife Center and they instructed me that I could bring the little bird in for them to help, with antibiotics and rehabilitative care.  Yaaaaay!! 

Here is the little bird in a cage ready to ride with me over to Piedmont Wildlife Center.  She made it safely there, where I was told that our little rescued bird was a house finch and where I was given a case number to follow up on what happens to her.   I’ll let you know.

Lynn

Just wanted to share a lovely blog I stumbled across today:

Greensboro Birds

It has beautiful pictures and a lot of info.

Lynn