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Showing posts with label Disney Princess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disney Princess. Show all posts

31 May 2012

Disney Princessing it up!

I am a Disney Princess. We've established this multiple times on several blogs, including this one. A few weeks ago, I was given the honor of helping a little male Carolina Wren build a nest in an orchid pot on my potting shelf on our porch. I was very excited. I stood by the bench and cut yarn for him to use. I would drop it on the top and he would grab it and work his very skilled talents into the pot. He also found some materials that he liked that were too heavy. He dragged them onto the porch to me so that I could lift them to the bench for him. It was awesome.

When he wooed his lady I helped him guard her. She laid five perfect eggs. Now they are five cheeping babies and I am about as proud as an extended bird relative can be. Here are our pictures.


The nest that I helped build.




Five beaks! 

This is Momma Wren. She won't get as close to me as Papa, but she lets me close to her babies and I take that as the compliment it is.

20 September 2011

Cause Shane is also a Disney Princess

I need to get a camera or rather, start using the one I have. We have an elderly/blind song sparrow that has graced us with its presence. It lives on our porch, mostly on one of our two feeders, and doesn't mind me being all up in its space. This morning, my favorite of our three maintenance guys, woke us up to tell us that it was out on the sidewalk. Yes, how freakin' cool is he? He also told me that when the time came to call him and he'd bring a shovel so that I didn't have to dig a hole with one of my spoons. <-Proof that not all people suck.

The BH, barefoot, in his pjs, went outside to catch said bird, to return him to the porch. I went ahead of him to the porch to wait. I expected to see Shane cupping said bird carefully in his hands, to keep it from flying away, etc etc. No. He came around the corner with the bird perched quite happily on his index finger as if they both did this every day. Bird is now on the red feeder, munching away. I nearly named this post "reasons my husband is better than...everybody." Maybe I still should. :)