The Baby Robin Quandry

Our dining table is situated near a patio door that gives us a great view of the back yard and all that lies beyond. As we were eating our Sunday afternoon meal, we were interested to see that a baby robin was running back and forth on the top step just beyond the windows. His cries seemed to tell us that he was a fledgling too soon out of the nest. His baby markings were bright and he appeared to be big enough to be on his own; when he disappeared after a while, we figured that he had found a way to leave and get back to his proper environment.

However, the next morning when I went outside to plant some of the planters on the patio, what did I discover, but the little bird carefully perched on the edge of a pot saucer atop a planter waiting for posies, looking just a little miserable, with colors not quite so bright and eyes a little dull. I thought he was ready to die, so I found Ron and asked him to take care of it. And so he did. Ron, being true to himself, went uptown (5 minutes) to Bob's Mart, which carries everything from cameras, clocks, Boy Scout paraphernalia, kitchen appliances, plumbing supplies, electrical supplies, sewing supplies, gardening supplies, etc. all in one small store, (put in a new watch battery for the cost of the battery), bought a container of worms (night crawlers - fish bait). Now came the fun part. When he got home, the little bird who had looked like it was ready to expire, had disappeared. First job, to find him. He had made it quite a distance - around the corner of the house on the north side, and, plop, into a window well. Ron found a cardboard box of medium size, and proceeded to lower himself into the window well, pick up the bird, place it in the box, and then levitate himself out. The little fellow wasn't too happy about his new home,, and he used up excess energy trying to climb the sides. Now came the challenging part - how to feed the worms to the obviously starving baby robin. Ron tried the fingers technique, holding the giant night crawler between the index finger and the thumb. The beak hopefully opened wide, obliterating any sight of the bird's head and neck, but the worm decided to wriggle itself across the beak, resulting in a failed attempt. Not to be outdone, Ron then decided to break the worm up in smaller pieces (no time for empathy for night crawlers when a baby bird is starving). He managed to get one tiny piece down the hatch, but couldn't hang onto the other pieces long enough. I conceived the idea of using a pair of long tweezers, so I ran up to the sewing room to retrieve my long tweezers, and, viola, it semi worked. Worms are really squirmy, and it is a delicate procedure to hold the worm securely in the tweezers without either mashing it completely and letting the leftovers fall to the ground, or not holding it securely enough and losing it. Somehow, the baby got the idea, and Ron managed to work down about 2/3 of a long night crawler. Then, we looked at each other and decided this was enough nonsense, and laid the box on it's side. By now, we were noticing a male and a female robin beginning to hover around anxiously with worms in beak, making funny little cries. (Where were they when this poor thing obviously fell out of the nest? Off playing around?) So, we backed completely off, waiting for further developments, and thinking this would be taken care of.

NOT SO! I waited a reasonable amount of time, and then went out to the patio again, where, behold, the pestilent nuisance was back - perching on his original perch on the pot saucer that was resting on top of an unplanted pot. Gritting my teeth, I tried to think of a solution. Aha, if the night crawlers were too big, go into the garden, dig up a few of the regular earthly inhabitants, which are much smaller in circumfrence, as well as length, and try the tweezer method to get them down the hatch. After a frustrating few minutes of non-coordination between the opening and closing of the beak, I managed to get half a worm down him. This was too much. Again, I went to find where Ron was toiling, reported my failure, and went to work some place else. Frustration was compete. After a while, we were both in the house, and lo and behold, the bird was gone. Ron said that he threw it out into the middle of the lawn. We watched it as it ran through the grass, flapped his wings a few times, and ran some more. We'd like to think that maybe he had a little sustenance, and so managed to work up enough steam to fly? Maybe his lost parents found him? We do not know the end of the saga, but the lawn got mowed on Tuesday afternoon, and there are no little bird bodies to be found, so we want to hope that he endured his tribulations, and is finding shelter somewhere in all of the trees that surround our home. Do you suppose? Dream on. (By the way, this was only funny in retrospect - we should have gone to the internet and discovered how one treats lost baby birds - I just know this, that he didn't have the bird instinct to find his mother like the little bird in the beloved children's book, "Are You My Mother?")

Is there a moral to this story? Perhaps. Sometimes our fledglings leave the nest too soon and do not have all of the survival methods they need to thrive in this difficult world. Sometimes when sustenance of all kinds is offered them, they can't accept it, and wish to go their own way. Sometimes, they end up in places that are not the best environment for their growth and development, and do not prosper as we would wish. Sometimes the mothers and fathers hover in the background, wishing to aid the offspring, and are unsuccessful at making contact. Somehow, I think that there is much to be learned from this little saga - and we really don't know the end, just as we don't know the end of the story our children and grandchildren will write. Hope springs eternal, and we always hope for the best!

Finally Spring?

At last we have tulips - and daffodils, and grape hyacinths, and plants growing in the flower beds. This has been an unbelievably cold, rainy spring. It reminds us of our western Washington springs, when a sunny sky is a special gift. We had such a gift this morning. I managed to plant the potatoes (late), peas (late), radishes, (also late), and other things such as lettuce, beets, and carrots. Sprinkle around a few marigold seeds, and the other warm weather crops will have to wait. We luxuriated in some blue sky and sunshine this morning, but all was gone by a little after noon, and it's again raining. Maybe there will be a day next week to sneak in the tomato and melon plants, the cucumber, squash and bean seeds. I guess if we were really desperate, we'd go out and plant in the sog and mud, but that does nothing for me right now.

Is Imitation the Sincerest Form of Flattery? - or The New Quilt Cabinet

On May 6th, some quilting friends picked me up and we went to the Home Machine Sewing Quilt Show in Salt Lake. (Perhaps that name is correct, or maybe I just made it up.) Anyway, the show was tremendously inspiring, and we came home with aching feet and wishes to expand our quilting experiences. On the way to Salt Lake, we stopped in at sister Louise's house to see her and avail ourselves of her facilities. I was smitten with a new quilting storage cabinet that she had in her living room, with her quilts neatly stacked and draped to great advantage. In fact, all three of us looked on it with envy. (Big mistake - thou shalt not covet, right?) We entered the big quilt show in south Salt Lake, met another two members of our party, and were overwhelmed at the number of quilts, vendors, etc. After enjoying the first two rows + of quilts, one of our group spotted the vendor who had these cabinets for sale, so we all moved over to a shopping mode. Louise should have been given a commission, because two of us bought the larger models, one bought a smaller one, and two bought coffee tables that were like a glassed-in chest to hold the quilts. Some of the cabinets had leaded glass - I decided to forego that temptation. (Louise's is plain, too, with rounded glass at the top.) The picture above is my first attempt, and, although the village quilt looks charming on the table or wall, there is no way to hang it so that the buildings are right side up. The top picture shows the final setting, although that could quickly change.

Now, thank goodness, I have lessened the number of quilts in piles all over the upstairs bedrooms. There are fewer piles, and are where I can see them. It is convenient to have both a birthday and Mother's Day in the same month.

Mariner's Compass and Bargello Tablerunner

Finally, I learned how to make a Mariner's Compass, using freezer paper, with inspiration from a quilt artist named Judy Mathieson. The flying geese do fly, and the points are pointed. This was so satisfying to sew. It is just the center of the quilt - There is more to come, but this was like a great first step. And, this is the bargello table runner that we began at our quilting retreat up Cub River in April. The original was a Christmas theme; I chose the 4th of July, and some chose spring themes and some autumn. Sometimes constructing a quilt is mind-bending, and for those of us who had never done bargello, this one certainly was. I will post another picture of these two projects when they are completed and quilted. The weather is getting warmer at last, so the neglected yard will get some attention in the next few weeks, so the sewing production will probably slow way down.

A few more of Rylee

Here are a few more of Rylee, so you guys can see how big she has grown! She is now a little over 13 months old! She can say many words, her favorite thing to do is to look at books, or pretend to talk on the phone, dance to music videos, oh and her favorite word is "up" right now. She seems to be going through her terrible 2's quicker than supposed to though. She is a handful.

Rylee's First Birthday

This post is especially for you Grandma and Grandpa. I know I have been doing a poor job of keeping up with updates. So this post is especially for you two. We love you and miss you!

These are pictures of Rylee's first Birthday.

She got a tent that looks like a house that she can play in.

She got a toy vacuum, and a hot pink wagon and she got a bunch of stuff

from both of her Grandparents. She had so so much fun! It's crazy that is been over a year since she was born. Every minute has been hard but amazing at the same time.

Where is the Dandy Lion?

Usually, by this time of year, some of these are popping up around the flower beds. Haven't seen any so far - could we attribute this fact to the cold, snowy weather we continue to have? When we children were small, we used to pick them for Mother, disregarding the juice that ran from the stems and made our hands black and sticky. She would put them in a glass, sometimes slitting the stems so that we could watch them magically curl outward. (What makes them do that?) The tiny blue iris are blooming - my 3-year-old neighbor friend, Cayden, wanted to know why we had blue flowers. They do look somewhat forlorn, especially when it snows again, as it did on Wednesday night. I drove up Cub River to our quilt retreat yesterday morning, wishing I had taken my camera, because the snow was a very pretty sight, coating everything with magic. I was glad, however, to see it melted by yesterday afternoon. Perhaps spring will come, after all. We are waiting for those warm days when we can take some of our reading or sewing out to the patio to soak it all in, or to grub in the flower beds, or plant some of the early spring seeds. (I know, some of my friends have already planted their peas, radishes, etc., but these nights of frost deter me from being so ambitious.)

Hagerman, Idaho, and the hundreds of falls

Even though the weather was questionable, as we came home from Boise, we decided to turn south and go through the little farm communities that are along the Snake River. For quite a long ways, the river is bound on the north by the results of big lava flows, out of which flow an astonishing number of springs, creating magical waterfalls. Would have been nicer to see on a beautiful day, but it still was quite a sight. This is the scene you first see as you turn off of the freeway toward Buhl and then on to Hagerman and then Twin Falls.

Visitors in Boise

Our time in Boise was spent in a motel-hotel along the Boise River. The weather must have been perfect for these fowl who came in a curious manner up to our patio windows. A lone Canadian goose, who managed to get goodies from some of the walkers or joggers on the path along the river. Papa and Mama duck also spent time hanging out by our windows. Her coloring is not so spectacular as the drake, but the markings on her feathers are very well done.

Guests of the Wedding Reception and Later

Bethany - difficult to get a candid shot of this beautiful teenager, but I managed, after discarding about ten shots. She is classic! She is also very original, and oozes talent in the field of art. The paternal grandparents - Ron, bride Taylor, groom Denton, and Grandma Eliz. The other set of grandparents, Ken and Connie Cook with grandson Denton and new wife, Taylor. These are occasions that grandparents like to attend, to see beloved grandchildren off on the grand adventure of life that marriages are - probably lots of ups and downs and growth to be made as yet. They are so young and innocent - only they can determine their future life, as they work together. We do wish them the best.

The Wedding Reception

Denton and Taylor dance the first dance - after the cake fiasco. Taylor and Denton, Sonja and Kemp Arrilla, Taylor, denton, Sonja, Kemp, and Bethany - The reception was well-attended. Many friends of both Taylor and Denton made the trip to the reception, as well as family. Happy occasion for all concerned. We traveled to Boise on Friday to attend the reception that evening. What a challenge to be setting out on one of life's biggest adventures - better faced when young and optimistic. Life to be lived to the fullest.

Sawtooth Star for Denton and Taylor

The quilter very kindly sent me pictures of the quilt I've made for Denton and Taylor's wedding at the end of this month. I took it to Sue yesterday, and it's finished this morning. That means that if I get the quilt on Monday, I'll be able to get it bound in time for the wedding. I'm not too worried about Denton's seeing it on the blog before the day, because he's probably way too engrossed (twitterpated?) to think of looking on this blog. Denton told me that his bride-to-be liked pink and red, so I went with the pinks - Sister Louise sent me her book on construction of the quilt, and I began - only to be constantly interrupted by other responsibilities and a couple of cataract surgeries. The quilt was supposed to be simple, but didn't end out that way. Good experience? Always a joy when a quilt is finished, especially in time for a special event. Now, on to the big celebration in Boise later this month.

The Interminable Winter

After snowing light fluffy snow all night Thursday, the weather really got to work all day yesterday, leaving us with plenty to close out the month of February. This has been an extraordinarily long winter - the sundial above wears its cap of compacted snow with resignation. (The inscription under all that pile of snow is the old "Grow old along with me, The best is yet to be.") I took the pictures in the blue-cast gloom of the early morning light. The only slight break we can see in the gray sky is the little glow to the west. Even the yard light wears a little cap this morning. The house at the end of the cul-de-sac and across the street looks closer because I was loathe to put on my boots and get closer. Hurrah for telescopic lenses! Will the snow begin to melt? Did the groundhog see his shadow on Feb. 2nd? Will BYU win the ball game today? (I just threw that in, because that's how we'll be spending the middle part of the day - watching the game and eating homemade chicken noodle soup and maybe even popping popcorn.)

Forecast the Weather!

This weather globe was a gift from friends who purchased it in Billings, Montana. They forgot to give it to us for Christmas, but found it a little while ago. Ron performed the trick of filling it, following directions carefully. Now, we can tell when the weather is about to change. Lots of fun to look every day and watch the green water go up and down in the tube. When we had the bad wind and snowstorm on Tuesday afternoon and evening, the water was pushed clear up to the little fat bulb on the top of the tubing. Today? Cloudy overhead, and rising. (Remember, Mark Twain said something about people talking about the weather, but never doing anything about it.) We just watch - always a topic of conversation. Who would think that we would get so much fun out of a little object.

Does a Christmas Cactus Bloom at Christmas?

This plant bloomed the first part of December, and the show was over by Christmas. Now, it's chosen to bloom again. The plant is in a room where it is much neglected - only gets watered occasionally. It does get filtered light from the east, which it must like. So, now, when the days are often dull and gray and very cold, we have this bit of beautiful color to lighten our days. I'm so glad that God made flowers for us on this earth!