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Today is my little sister's 23rd birthday so...
I have on good authority that she was treated well for her first birthday in England. Certainly better than her first birthday, period, when she had to endure a jealous older sister calling her "Butter Tub" and telling her to shut up. ;)
In the Ellicott City Wildlife Report, it seems that there are four eggs total in our finches' nest...but the parents seem to have deserted the nest. I haven't seen them since we've returned. My mom had warned me that birds sometimes don't take care of their second set of eggs. This doesn't seem to make much sense to me. Why lay them if they're not going to take care of them? Aren't they supposed to multiply the species, blah blah blah?
But...there is a consolation. All around the back porch of my office are cocoons for these amazing white moths. The moths are everywhere. I'm afraid that I waste a good amount of time each morning and evening looking at them. I used to know what the moths were called, but I've since forgotten and haven't time to look it up, since we have to leave for Bobby's hockey game in about three minutes. I suppose that I am mercurial, yes, in my affections for our local wildlife. I prefer the moths to the birds. I can let the moths crawl on my hands, and they poop far less!
I have on good authority that she was treated well for her first birthday in England. Certainly better than her first birthday, period, when she had to endure a jealous older sister calling her "Butter Tub" and telling her to shut up. ;)
In the Ellicott City Wildlife Report, it seems that there are four eggs total in our finches' nest...but the parents seem to have deserted the nest. I haven't seen them since we've returned. My mom had warned me that birds sometimes don't take care of their second set of eggs. This doesn't seem to make much sense to me. Why lay them if they're not going to take care of them? Aren't they supposed to multiply the species, blah blah blah?
But...there is a consolation. All around the back porch of my office are cocoons for these amazing white moths. The moths are everywhere. I'm afraid that I waste a good amount of time each morning and evening looking at them. I used to know what the moths were called, but I've since forgotten and haven't time to look it up, since we have to leave for Bobby's hockey game in about three minutes. I suppose that I am mercurial, yes, in my affections for our local wildlife. I prefer the moths to the birds. I can let the moths crawl on my hands, and they poop far less!
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