Mama's Love

I attended the Shulke Farm Conference last weekend.  It was a wonderful time and I shot some great pictures.  This one of a sweet Mother and her baby boy is my favorite.  There's something so sweet in the relationship between these two.  It reminds me of when my own precious son was that age, which was a long while back.  He's a grown man and 6'5 these days.  (grin)

Have a great rest of the week! 

The Definition of Cute!

We had a big shindig here over the Fourth of July.  Our friends brought one of those mist hoses--which is what this tiny darlin' is holding in her hand.  It was a hot day, so she really enjoyed the fine spray drifting down.

This little one has the most wonderful grin.  Seeing her makes me smile--and, I hope you will smile, too.

Have a lovely day.

Unexpected Expected Arrival

 

My adopted Bro's sweet daughter left for the hospital Sunday afternoon.  They barely made it to the hospital before one-two-three, little Josiah was born!

Three hours later I held this new baby boy in my arms.   I was overwhelmed with the amazing detail of his tiny hands and feet.

For a such a small fellow, he sure has a lot of strength in those hands.  One thing is for certain, he has all of us wrapped around his little finger!

Baby Blue Jay

Here you see a baby bluebird we rescued from Samson the Cat. I was nearly asleep when the kids frantically knocked on the door. Though it was dark outside, it seems they were hearing a big racket out in the side lawn.

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Throwing on my big comfy robe, I dashed down with the kids to see what was the matter. Samson the cat seemed mighty intrigued by something there in the grass. Shooing the cat away, we found a fledgling bluejay, whose strength of voice had had apparently frightened the cat into keeping his distance.

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We put him into a shoebox, lined with soft towels, and gently put a lid with holes over him. If he survived the night, we would know if the cat had made his mark or not.

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The next morning the little fellow was still alive and kicking. When we consulted the wildlife rehab center, they advised us to put him someplace safe where his parents could find him. When fledglings first learn to fly, they spend three-four days on the ground. Dangerous times for these small birds.

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I felt honored that this little bird rested so trustfully in my hands. The same was true of a tiny fledgling chickadee Samson the cat brought into the house a few days ago. I made sure he was alright, and about four hours later, I put him into a birdhouse with a large opening, in the top of the walnut tree. His parents found him, and some time later they flew away.