My sister and her family {hopefully the other sister and hers} We’ve decided to go to Choke Canyon. It’s only about 100 miles away. Not such a long trip. But, I am so sure it will be worth it. We are not staying over night, just a long, very long day trip.
There will be trees and water {two of my most favorite things} There is a bird trail, for those of you who don’t know me to well. I adore birds, there is not much I don’t like about them.
I planned and planted all my gardens around winged creatures {yes I also included insects in this planning}. Shoot, I also included the hopping and crawling creatures too. Oh and I had a natural wet land area. Okay it started out as a swampy portion of my front yard under and around the willow tree. I turned it into a natural habitat.
so there ya go. I love birds. Something about their songs at night, and each spring from the time my babies could barely and I mean barly walk we made spring baskets for the birds. All we did is gather things that would help them with building their nest and place them in the yard and then I would sit on the porch and wrap the kids in a blanket and watch the birds gather for their nest.
I remember this one time Sierra must have been Four I think and I was so big pregnant with Kevin. I mean big {nope I didn’t gain a lot of weight with him total was 7lbs Hint: he weighed over 8 when he was born} but he was a big baby and I was all belly. So here we are my princess and I putting all these treasures for the birds to get their house ready for their babies and she was sitting on what little lap I had left all snuggled up to me. Kevin kicked so hard {that should have told me something right there} that I felt him kick her. She spun around looking at me in shock..
Mommy, Mommy, that baby kicked me… I laughed so hard, she gets down and takes those tiny hands places them on my stomach.
“Baby, Kevin you no kick your sissy, I help mommy get the house ready for you. Are you a bird baby?” is that not just so filppin cute.
Well each year, in on of my plants that sat right on the front porch beside the door a blue bird would build a nest. Each year I would hold up Sie to the eggs “count them princess”
We would watch the babies grow and then we would watch them fly away.
The year Kevin was born {he is a Febuary baby} When spring came Sierra and I continued our ritual. She was a little solom.
“Mommy, will Baby Kevin learn to fly this summer and go away”
“no honey, he won’t learn to fly for a long time still”
“So he will stay with us mommy”
“yes baby doll, he will stay”
Happiness yet once again. We continued doing this each year and in the fall I left the gardens as they were so the birds had food for the winter and me and the children would feed them. That was one of the most joyful times, sitting on the couch snuggled up with my babies counting doves, robins and bluebirds.
Shoot, this was about us going away for a day wasn’t it.
Dang, yeah, we’re going to choke canyon to water, tress and a bird trail…
I get sidetracked easy sorry. 6 years ago