Miss me? I'm not sure how I managed to let two months slip by without posting. Such is life in the springtime, I guess. Busy, busy, busy. Unlike previous years, however, I managed to stay sane most days. I said no to quite a few things, and that made a huge difference. Homeschooling was pretty much my main focus February through May, so just about everything else fell by the wayside. We are now on our summer break, although the plan is to still work on a few things over the summer.
There is so much to tell, but I'll have to tackle that in pieces over the next few weeks, assuming I get back to blogging regularly. I just got back from a trip to Denver a few days ago, and now I'm leaving to go back again for a few more days to tend to a family situation (Marc and the kids will stay here). So blogging might not be a reality this week.
But in the meantime, I thought I'd share my latest bird watching adventure. For the record, I really stink at bird watching, but I'm still fascinated. Because we live on the edge of the woods, we have a steady stream of feathered friends visiting the Blue House. The cardinals, blue jays, and woodpeckers are year-round pals and are always beautiful to look at, but we love it when we see someone new.
Like this fellow.
I'm assuming he's a fellow, because it seems like with birds the males are usually the prettiest and this one seems to know he/she is pretty.
I've looked through our birding books and online, yet I cannot figure out what kind of bird it is. I've even emailed Dawn who is a bird watching superstar. Or at least I think I've emailed her -- my computer is acting a little wonky this week so maybe my email is floating in cyberspace. This post is getting a little wonky too, soooo let's get back to my bird friend.
He's/She's on a mission. It's a doomed mission, but he/she doesn't seem to care. He/she is determined to get in my house. For two days he's/she's been flying into the windows on the back of our house. Again and again and again and again. And I'm getting tired of saying he/she again and again and again, so let's just say it's a he.
I keep telling him it's not going to work, but then he chatters back to me, saying he's not giving up.
Fine, I say. But I'm just telling ya, I know how this goes. I've had many a day like this. You think you're being persistent, but you're really just being stubborn. You keep trying to do things your way, because (of course) it's the right way. Turns out, it's rare anything good comes out of it, and you just end up with a headache. I don't think he believed me, because at this moment he is still bashing himself into the window.
Whatever. Hopefully he will have learned his lesson by the time I return from Denver.
Anything interesting happening with your summer so far?
Update: Thanks to some teamwork between my pastor and my husband, it has been determined that our mystery bird is probably a first-year male summer tanager. I told you I stink at bird watching!