Saturday morning, Michael was dragging all manner of household trash to the street for our city's annual "we'll-pick-up-anything" trash day. We're talking grills, drywall, furniture... you name it, they'll pick it up.
Our trusty grill bit the dust at the end of last summer, so we planned to haul it to the street with our broken-down drywall and tile bits from the bathroom remodel. But when Michael started to move it to the front, something came out and attacked him.
On further inspection, Michael discovered that a carolina wren had nested in our broken-down grill! That sweet mama bird was just protecting her babies from certain demise. From what we can tell, there are at least three little babies making their home in our grill. At least it's good for something, right?
Phoebe is in love with these birds. She wants to see them pretty much all the time... but she talks about them even more. And that's the best part!
She has the birds' roles identified perfectly:
"Dada bird work!"
And the cutest thing? Phoebe struggles to say the word "bird" (it actually sounds like the word "blue"), so she scrunches up her face as she says it. I would be lying if I said we didn't giggle a little bit every single time she talks about the birds.
I'm probably going to capitalize on this in a preschool kind of way this week; I have to say, it's a beautiful thing watching naturally enthusiastic little people learn about their world!