Summer is in full swing here. I am trying to keep to a normal life schedule and make it to bed before 11:00 p.m., and wake up before 8 a.m. The longer into summer I get, the farther from this schedule I drift however.
Summer means lazy days. I pretty much do nothing and I only get half finished. So I have to work on it again the next day. Don’t judge me.
I spend a lot of time outside in the backyard just sitting and listening.
Last summer, a weak baby cardinal who needed more time in the nest, hopped around my backyard for a week while it’s momma and daddy squawked their encouragement to take to the skies.
This summer, a baby blue jay hung around for about a day.
The swooped and sailed and flew and dove at me. Squawking and squawking some more.
I flapped and swatted and cried for my mom. Then ran in the house and watched from behind the window glass.
Finally, the little feathered fellow triumphed and took flight into distant skies.