today, mr. roger, our snowplow driver
came back to our room
and brought some of his favorite birds to meet us
these two are chickens named marco polo and maranella
and they are married.
his granddaughter has a chicken for a pet and reads with it
and he really loves birds
even more than snowplowing.
mr. roger even showed us some of maranella’s treasures – her eggs
and we had the chance to gently touch everything and ask all kinds of questions.
it was amazing because he knew all of the answers.
he sure knows a lot about a lot.
“if I hadn’t started painting, i would have raised chickens.”
at the nature center for grandie v’s 6th birthday celebration
the scientist helps us to measure our wingspans
before we take a stroll outside to find this beautiful bird
rescued and healing a broken wing
whose wingspan we hope will return one day
and we are grateful to have our wings.
“happiness makes up for height for what it lacks in length.”
even the flamingos came out at night to play – dominican republic
“We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, he or she will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy. If we are to die in a minute, why not die happily, laughing?”
my team and i decided to be birds for school today, as we’ve been teaching our kinders about birds and trees and all things natural. j1’s flamingo was darling, j2’s robin was so cute, and my cardinal – well, very colorful, but good thing they told me just before the parade that i was wearing it backwards and was proudly strutting around showing off quite a bit of human tail.
I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch. – Gilda Radner
On this trip, I’ve shared spaces. with an unusual bunch. in the most unexpected of places….
Red back spider who wanted to share my lounge chair
Christmas spider who lives in the lemon tree
Kookaburra who sits in the old gum tree. Literally.
Mystery spider who lives in the ground?
Ragtag bunch of guys on my patio.
Not a native. Must be an ex-pat.