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?
Mama bird protecting her babiesPhoebe 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:
"Mama bird...shh!"
"Dada bird work!"
"Baby bird!!!!!"
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.
Baby birds ready for Mama to come back 
3 comments:
Where is a picture of all the crap...I mean treasure you took to the curb. You know in Muscle Shoals, you could put anything on the curb, anytime of the year and the fine citizens up there would haul it away free of charge. Sometimes they would have it loaded up before you got it all the way out. One word, AWESOME!!!
wow! what a great story! and those pictures are awesome
:) I love the way Gavin says certain things too, especially words that make him scrunch up his nose...(alligators are snap snaps and it's just too cute when he says it).
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