Baby bird

                               

 

     

A few days ago, a young crow (Which I thought was a raven) swooped down at my head as I was cleaning the yard.  He followed me around, and every time I picked up a stick or moved something on the ground he tried to peck at what I was doing.  He was clumsy and not afraid of me.

I noticed the down on his neck and wings.  I figured he had lost his parents.  I dug in the dirt but didn't find any worms or bugs for him, so I headed to the house to find a piece of bread.  He waited for me.  So odd.

He ate some of the cornbread but didn't act like he was hungry.   He flew up to the front porch and checked out Robert.  I set out a dish of water and brought the piece of cornbread up the stairs.  

The next day he came back and he got on Robert's shoulder.  We got him some more bread and water.  he continued to follow us around but didn't eat much.  Again, so very odd.

On the third day, Robert got a basket of crickets. The juvenile crow wanted to chase them and catch them, but then dropped them and left them on the concrete driveway.  So I picked one up and held it and he took it and ate a little and dropped it again.  After the fourth try, he got a little more interested and held one down with his foot and tore it in half.  He ate the half in his mouth and left the other parts.  I guess he has to figure it out.  I picked up the half-dead crickets that were still moving a bit and held them up until the he ate more of them.  

I fixed a tub of water and splashed my hand in it.  It was big enough that he could play in it, but he did not want water on him.  He drank a little and then went and played in the mud puddle that was growing larger from a new leak in my hose.  He did not like the water spraying out of the hose to get on him. 

He followed me around again as I watered the plants.  When I took a break, he got on my shoulder.  I tried to pet him a time or two, but he did not want me to touch him. 

The boy that lives across the road from us told us that his friend (a few houses down) saved that baby bird when it fell out of the nest and has been feeding him. I guess it has just learned to fly and is checking out the neighbors!

That makes a lot more sense!

Major changes

Wow. It's been a while.

Changing the art studio at home again.  Making it so that if I need it for a bedroom it will be easier to get ready quickly.  

My husband Robert had a TME and a mini-stroke in January.  Our house is upstairs, and the garage and studio are below the house.  A TME is an imbalance of the chemistry of the brain, and he did not know who anyone was, nor was he able to walk or function. 

The doctors could not find what caused it, all his tests were good.  He lost 3 days and came home on the fourth day. So scary.

Prayer is powerful.  A dear friend of ours prayed with him and later that night he came back.  He began to remember things and was able to feed himself and walk.  It was amazing!  He had a few weeks of recovery, but the visiting nurses and physical therapists were awesome.  

He can do everything normally again!

So now he is working on repairs to the house and remodeling.  A new door in the art room that is across from the bathroom in the garage has turned my whole world upside down.  I'm sure it will be great once I get everything back in order, but it has been overwhelming.  have not painted for weeks now!  That really doesn't help my attitude.  Hahaha!

He had the old carpet taken out in most of the house, except the spare rooms.  It is vinyl floors now, which is lovely.

Next, we hope to paint some walls.  I'm sore, tired, and grumpy these days!  So much hard work moving everything around and going through stuff.  Got rid of a few boxes and bags of things in the closets, so that was good.

So thankful to have him back! Now if we needs a room downstairs, I will be able to take better care of him.