Baby Birds and Baby Brothers

Every spring, there is a robin's nest built on the dividing wall between the back porches on our duplex. We can see it from the kitchen sink, and it's been so much fun to watch the mother sit on the eggs and then bringing worms back for enormous hungry mouths. This morning I had the blessing of an early morning bike ride and got to see them peeping from their nest. By mid-afternoon, I returned to see a familiar little bird sitting on the power line. The last one looked at me, gave a mighty tweet, and flew away as I locked up my bike. They're not in their nest tonight.

I'd hoped to get a better picture, but this will have to do. Nature up close is so incredible every time.



Daniel's solo with New World was quite spectacular. It's riveting to watch the intricacies of the runs while feeling the very clear rhythm, very artfully and skillfully put together. All of this in a well held stage presence. I won't gush too much or it'll go to his head. While one of the other mothers was congratulating Mamma on his stellar performance, she looked at me, "are you the girlfriend?" I think if I wasn't related to him, at least 4 years younger, and hmmm.... no. He'd drive me crazy. So glad he's my brother.