pretty bird

This poor, stupid bird gorged itself on cherries and got sick on our deck! Three giant poops and three pits sat around it until Joe scooped it up in a snow shovel and placed it in the shade next to the house. I like to drink water when I don't feel good, so I made Joe scoot a bowl of water next to it. It disappeared the next day so I think it flew away. At least, I hope it flew away.

celebrate america

Chris and his family came up for the 4th. We all went to the parade in Hyrum. This 2 hour extravaganza loaded us up with enough candy to last a long long time. We bought matching Old Navy flag T-shirts, waved to all the pretty beauty queens, got a little wet, and ate a lot of candy. It was a good day.

all work & no play

go wolves!

We spent this last weekend in Green River, Wyoming for the Beck family reunion. Corban slept with us in our room and, consequently, neither Joe nor I got much sleep. Joe was so worn out by Saturday night that he fell asleep in a chair!

We went to a park Saturday afternoon where all the kids played on this wicked awesome jungle gym that reminded me of a pirate ship with rigging everywhere! Cousin Dax helped us a lot by playing with Corban.
Scott and Bri blessed their sweet little Isabella so most of us could be there. She is so cute and precious. I love her little hands and her tiny feet! Bri wasn't feeling so great. We really appreciated her willingness to have all of us over for lunch after the blessing though.

are you my mother?

A black bird couple recently made this little hole their home. Very quaint. After adding a few little touches, they had babies. Those babies grew up and flew away. And the couple had more babies. It is because of me that they are still alive.

My dad thought the babies were gone and nailed the hole shut. He called up to me (our backyards conjoin) to notice the fixed hole, but all I saw was a death trap and heard tiny chirps coming from the now sealed hole! Me, Connie, and my mom all pleaded with him to fix the hole. And after a little while, he conceded.

I happy to say the babies are still alive and the parents did not abandon them! Even though they will grow up and chirp incessantly from sunrise to sunset, I'm glad I saved the baby birds the their home under my eave.

to: papa

over the rainbow

Our summer has been pretty bizarre in Logan this year. Warm one minute, freezing the next, and then a downpour. Like I said. Bizarre. After this particular storm, Joe and I scanned the sky to see any lingering rainbows. We did. The further the sun sank, the brighter the bows got. The flecks in the sky aren't a dirty lens. They're raindrops!