Play outside everyday!
It's been a mantra... a promise... a reminder... a commitment to my little bird. Somedays, however, when the wind is gusting at 90mph it's hard to keep that commitment. Is a venture to the mailbox at the end of our short driveway considered outside play? But lately we've had these incredibly mild days (save the wind) when crocs without socks is acceptable.... and Avi and I have been spending our afternaps afternoons outside... drinking up the last bit of sunshine before she falls below the foothills. On this day, I was cutting back the dead flowerbeds while Avi was following the chickens around. Then he noticed my pile and....
...came to inspect.
With a little bit of work, this pile turned into...
a nest. Suitable for my little Avi Bird.
But he soon realized the location was all wrong.
With a bit of effort...
and a couple of trips...
Avi made his own nest by the sandbox.
Then he danced about the yard flapping his "nest wings"
Bird Berries
aka hawthorn berries.
With our nests behind us, we continue our venture toward the compost pile. On the way we pass these three hawthorn trees on the east side of our yard. The thorns could take out an eye (I'm always trimming them back) but the berries are beautiful -- on the trees or when they have polka dotted an early snow. Today we discovered them peppering the ground as these mild temperatures have melted all our snow. What a discovery for Avi. I am looking forward to learning what I can do with hawthorn berries here and here.
With our nests behind us, we continue our venture toward the compost pile. On the way we pass these three hawthorn trees on the east side of our yard. The thorns could take out an eye (I'm always trimming them back) but the berries are beautiful -- on the trees or when they have polka dotted an early snow. Today we discovered them peppering the ground as these mild temperatures have melted all our snow. What a discovery for Avi. I am looking forward to learning what I can do with hawthorn berries here and here.
He played "chase" with Red for about five minutes trying to give her the berries.
"Bird Berries" as he called them.
How grateful I am for these afternoons.
