Well this was one of those weekends that seem to be over before they have a chance to start. It was a hectic flurry of Brian and his running around, E and her adventures, Megan and her swimming and puttering about, and baby birds being thrown out of nests.
Yesterday, the beach in the morning was beautiful. The weather was a little warm but perfect for a beach walk; the boardwalk was a little crowded but at that hour, the beach itself was empty. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and I had a few things to take care of in the backyard. I sat down to take some pictures of the chickadee who made her nest in the little 'Jets Fans Welcome' birdhouse, only to catch the movement of the poor outcast out of the corner of my eye. After a couple of attempts at repatriation, we realized that s/he was an unwanted little nestling and we had no choice but to let nature take its course.
A call to a bird expert confirmed what I read online, that if you put them in a new nest, their moms will feed them, but only if they fell out by accident. This one, poor Humpty Bird, was pushed, and pushed again and again. Based on some pictures I had found on the internet, the bird must have been only a day or so old. Apparently, within two weeks they grow up and leave the nest!
There is still plenty of squawking going on within the house, and the mother and father are busy bringing bugs and worms. I realized with equal degrees of amusement and amazement that Kevin can't hear the birds when they chirp! We had a good laugh at dinner when they were chirping, and he said, "that's not them!" I told him to tell me when they stopped, and Megan, E, and I all waited patiently. A second later the sound quieted, and Kevin still sat there unaffected. We all had a good laugh, and now we know that if we want to tell secrets, we can just do it in very high pitched voices.
I got a call to work tomorrow and the next day, and a half day Wednesday. Tomorrow is Brian's school trip to the pool club, and on Tuesday I have a meeting for the ::gasp:: Mother's Club at his high school. I'm going to go just to see what it's all about. The way I see it is I might as well do all I can to help boost his image until I see what he is going to do about it himself!
And I guess we will see what awaits us on The Week in Swine Flu. One of Brian's friends apparently has a dad who has it, and the kid can't play xbox because the dad is holed up in his room as isolation. I know it's in our town and they just aren't telling us about it. They won't announce it unless they determine that it's clustered. And half the people who get sick don't even go to the doctor anyway. If they just feel a little achy with a sore throat, fever, and cough, they treat it as they normally would and take some advil and rest if they need it. Otherwise, I'm afraid they show up for work and school as they always would. No school closings in our immediate area, although there are a couple in the next county, I believe. Yet the state's official count stands at 75. And Kevin has three air trips coming up, two day trips and one for a few days. No worries?
Anyway, in other news, Megan had to wave the banner for Pentecost at church today, representing the entire famiily on her own. Kevin had softball, a double-header, and Brian had baseball about an hour away. I had to take him, and we left at 8 and got home at 1. He's been running around lately, and partaking in some activities that leave me a bit concerned as to where they might lead him, so I am glad that school is ending and the beach club will hopefully provide him with an outlet.
Oddly, still not a word from the Fresh Air Fund's new rep, who weeks ago was going to call me in ten days to discuss whether we would host again. After this year with E, and all the crazy swim events going on this summer, I am not going to beat down their door to send us C, or anyone else. So I'm just going to ride out the next few weeks. I really am surprised that she dropped the ball on us.
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