A couple of days ago, I pulled back the drapes on my family room window and saw this...
At first I was dumbfound. The first thing I thought was, "That must have hurt!". Then I became concerned that the bird was probably laying under the window dead, so I went outside to have a look. There wasn't a bird in sight, dead or alive, so I went back in the house, grabbed my camera and took a picture.
I've heard of our feathered friends flying into windows, but always visualized small birds. This print is BIG. Don thinks it must have been a Dove.
Weird.
I intended to post yesterday, on my blog-iversary. (That's right. I have kept this up for an entire year.) Instead, I spent the day travelling home from an appointment with Cody's neurologist. After NOT sleeping at the hotel because our room was next to the ice machine and the a/c was not working, I started thinking about the children's book 'The Best Nest' by P.D. Eastman. Do you remember that book? Let me refresh your memory...
Mr. Bird thinks his nest is the best in the world until Mrs. Bird tells him he's wrong. The couple go on a quest for "the best nest" and try building nests in a mailbox, a church-bell, and a shoe (among other places). Throughout the book they sing, "I love my house. I love my nest. In all the world, this nest is best." but in the end, a storm blows them back to "the best nest of all", their original nest.
That's kinda how I felt yesterday. I love going out of town, even if it is for a doctor appointment. A change of scenery is a good thing, but I am always happy to be home, where nobody gets ice out of my freezer in the middle of the night, I can sleep in a California King Size bed, and pee in my own clean toilet. You know...back in my nest.
FYI- You can find this book at Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble. WalMart has a newer edition (2005) available online.
