Cherubim?

Find your Celestial Choir

Well, I don't NORMALLY think of myself as an angel!!!

Totally organic and/or free-range...

The breakfast, that is, not me. Even the bacon was once a free-ranging... piggy. (Sorry, vegetarians. Honestly, I should be one myself! I blame Gordon for the fact that I continue to eat some meat. I have given up beef. It's a start!) Oh yeah, the butter isn't organic either.

This breakfast artistry comes to you compliments of Chef Gordon, who is always making me laugh with his ornate plate arrangements. You can see the face on my plate, can you not? I think Gordon should have been a food stylist. There is a repressed artist under that bearded exterior.

And guess what else I've learned? If you want an instant facelift, take your own photo with your head lying on a table, and the camera pointing down at you from your hands held overhead. Trust me on this one! I'm practising to be on "America's Next Top Model", (my secret shame-of-a-show).. or maybe "Canada's Next Oldest Model"!

I decided we needed a little change from robins, so you get to look at me and food instead. The eggs came from our veterinarian's wife, who lives in our village and keeps chickens. She calls them "The Girls" and they come running when she calls them.

Out and about

One of the babies was sitting on our patio chair around suppertime yesterday. He looks so completely helpless, but he did have the sense to fly off when I got a little too close with the camera!

We have two nests of starlings in our yard as well, and they fledged yesterday too! So the garden is full of hungry screaming baby birds. :)))

AAAIIIIEEEE! Fledged!

Well, the babies just left the nest! Maybe that's why Daddy Robin has been so aggressive today. Right now he's on the rose arbour, screaming to the kids. :)

Dive-bomb!

Well, I've been wanting to take robin baby photos today, but every time I go out on the front porch, Daddy Robin DIVE BOMBS me! I've never seen him so aggressively protective.

RIght now he is stuffing worms down the throats of the noisy feathered beast-babies. Stay tuned for more photos... eventually!

Phone number from hell

Okay, we get at least three wrong numbers a day. That is because a) our number used to belong to some chiropractor, then to some naturopath, and b) our number is something like one digit away from a medical clinic here. We get many, many mis-dialled calls.

So right now, I have on my answering machine something along the lines of, "Hi, you've reached Natalie and Gordon at blah blah blah. We get three wrong numbers a day so if you're NOT one of them, please leave a message after the beep." Now, does that SOUND like the answering machine message of a business? Do I say, "You've reached Dr. Natalie and Nurse Gordon. Please book your anal probe after the beep"? Do I say "You've reached the Chiropractic Clinic for Thick-headed numbskulls. If you need an appointment, wipe the drool off your mouth and press #1." NO! I do not say these things.

Well, I just got two hang-ups from Mr./Mrs. 604-870-0999, which, according to my call display, is a private number, and as far as I can recall, is no one I know. They didn't leave a message, just some confused breathing sounds. Then they CALLED BACK TWO MORE TIMES! After TWICE hearing my damn message about how many wrong numbers we get. HELLOOOOOO??! How stupid are we? That is four times they've called without leaving a frigging message and without clueing in to the fact that no, we are not a medical clinic, a chiropractor, a naturopath, or their long-lost Aunt Tilly. GOOD GRIEF!

I took the phone off the hook. I refuse to answer and speak to this person, because I will be forced to swear at them. Like the telemarketers aren't bad enough! Otoh, maybe it WAS a telemarketer! Even less of a motivation to answer my phone.

There's a reason I have call display! Gordon has sworn he will never choose a catchy phone number again.

Flapping their wings!

I think they will be leaving the nest soon. They are standing up and flapping their wings, looking around at the new world. My babies, SOB!

Step away from the camera...

Uh, I think you can all guess just what kind of human mother I would have made, had I had kids. I'd have been one of those mothers shoving photos of her darlings at anyone who showed the slightest interest, feigned or otherwise.

Uh... I ain't THAT pure!

Your Deadly Sins

Gluttony: 60%

Sloth: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Greed: 0%

Lust: 0%

Pride: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%

You'll die from a diabetic coma.

How Sinful Are You?

Another day, another dose of darlingness

I am going to miss them when they fledge!

Cuteness overload, the afternoon

Now I can hear them peeping when they are being fed! How am I supposed to get any work done with this going on next to my window??

I may die from cuteness overload

Okay, in my opinion these are the cutest yet! And this is the first time that one of the babies has stuck its head up looking for food when I came to the nest with the camera.

Oh my, oh my... today is our 13th wedding anniversary and this is just the best present!

Them worms is dang fattening!

The darlings this morning! Mummy and Daddy are working hard to keep the babies stuffed full of tasty worms. In another week, they should be gone from the nest!

Eyes wide open

It's a little fuzzy. I got busted by Mummy robin before I could take a clear photo. But look! Eyes wide open!! (By the way, make sure you click on all these robin pics to get the larger version.)

Monster Babies!

Oh...my...God! Look how much they have grown in two days!!!!!

All robins, all the time

I swear they are growing by the minute! I only managed to take one picture today before Mummy robin came screaming back to the nest. She scared the living daylights out of me. I am trying to make sure she and Daddy are not around when I am taking photos, and I click quickly, but today she appeared out of nowhere!