Bluebirds–Update and a new low with cats.

We have bluebird babies.  No pictures yet.  But we  have observed the parents very busily working to feed all those babies.  They spend hours looking for bugs and taking them back to the nest.  When they arrive at the box, there is lots of commotion as the babies proclaim “Me, Me, Me.  I am the hungriest!” with thier loud chirping.  You can hear it from outside the box.  It seems to take a lot of work to feed all those hungry mouths based on the number of trips both parents are making with bugs.

Charlie wants nothing more than to visit the ground near that box.  IF he gets outside, that is where he dashes and then stands.  The male bluebird hates to see  him there and starts divebombing the cat. Charlie loves it.  He hunkers down and waits for the male to attack.  Then a power impressive leap into the air after that male bird.  Lots of testosterone games in one short encounter.  Since we worry about the baby chicks and how they need their dad to help provide food, it is imperative that we keep Charlie inside.  Not always easy.  Yesterday, he fell out of a second story window as part of his “go outside” efforts.  Since he is actively marking everything as part of his displeasure at inside life, we want him to go outside after the baby chicks have left home.  Until then, there seems to be lots of laundry and cleaning in our future.

Charlie like the other cats has been well trained in the concept of food when you come inside.  When I call he comes.  And every night, I reward the cats with their dinner after calling “Sally, Sophie, Charrrlllieee” several times.  Tonight we were out of all cat treats.  So they got an egg.  A raw egg.  One raw egg split between three cats.  A bit disgusted at first, competition  meant that all three cats did eat their small portion of egg.  Elly as usual checked that the cats had done a good job cleaning their plates and took care of any scraps that might remain.

Elly highly approves of the new car.  Stepping into her area is so easy and it is so comfortable for a dog to lay down on the big floor space.  The hump in the middle provides a perfect pillow for her while resting on route to her next adventure.  That dog is spoiled, although Bob says no.  And he is still worrying about dirt and hair in the new car.  We probably will be buying a special painter’s canvas to cover the back seats and floor.  That’s OK.  If we ever need some more painting drop cloths, I know ere at least one will be stored–on the floor of Bob’s car.

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Author: robinesworld

Welcome to my life. My life as a mom is changing as the kids grow up, leave home, and build their own lives. This gives me a chance to rebuild myself as an artist, develop a spiritual path, and most fun of all, start going out on dates with my husband. Come here the stories about the small things in life that can make one very happy. Dogs running on a beach, great breakfast dates, kids and their adventures, and my own adventures in this wacky life. I'll share some of my progress in learning art while juggling a full time job as an engineer. And best of all, it's a chance for me to practice writing stories while keeping in touch with my kids. I look forward to hearing from you. Comments, thoughts, and invitations to meet for coffee are all welcomed. Enjoy the stories.

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