Story #1: The bunny has been moved into the family room. We won't get into the "why or what fore", but just leave it at Nathan & Stacie are now taking care of the rabbit. Yesterday I woke up late and had to rush to make it to work on time. Earl didn't have to be to work until 1 hour later, so he had the privilege of making sure the kids were dressed, combed, and fed. Nathan handled this part with amazing speed, so he decided that he would take care of the bunny's cage before school. No problem. He empties the "catch pan", changes the "piddle pad" and makes sure the bunny has food. Not a difficult task, and certainly not one that means that the bunny needs to get out of the cage and hop around the family room. Of course, my son, the responsible one, would never get the bunny out of the cage before school! And if he did do this, he would surely make sure that he had an adult around to control the dog. (Did you catch the sarcasm here, folks?)
When Earl got out of the shower, he heard Nathan & McKenzie yelling at the dog. Nate was fully dressed, but Kenzie was doing the "one shoe on, one sock on" dance through the family room. Porter was in the other shower. The dog was chasing the bunny around the family room. You can see it--they were doing laps; the bunny was terrified, the dog was playing with her new "toy". When Earl finally got the dog under control, she was so winded from playtime that she just flopped right down on the floor! The bunny had been wise enough to seek sanctuary underneath the love seat. Needless to say, there is a new rule in place that involves the restriction of "no bunny out of his cage before school."
Story #2: The might hunter was on the prowl again Thursday night. Not really a surprise here, because Sly the cat goes out almost every night. Friday morning the kids were excited to tell me that there was a live bird flying around the basement (yes, again.) Oh, goody. The mighty hunter had failed to kill his trophy before depositing it in Stacie's bedroom. Feathers everywhere. I really only had 2 thoughts: at least it was in the basement and I hope Sly actually kills it the next time he catches it. I finally got the kids off to school, handled my morning, and started working on canning peaches.
So, I'm sitting at the table peeling peaches when suddenly this bird flies upstairs and lands on the railing right by my canning supplies! ICK! I don't want "bird germs" in my canning! My grand plan--prop open the screen doors and the bird will fly outside. Right? Dumb bird (as I had now named him, because he was dumb enough to get caught by the cat) decided to fly down to the family room. Ok, my plan was working. He would see the open door and fly through it! Wrong. Dumb Bird decided that the skylights were more to his liking, so after studying them out for some time, he decided to fly up through the southwest skylight. Flap!Flit!Flap!Flit! Dumb bird can't figure out how to get through the skylight. (Duh! It doesn't open! I told you he was a dumb bird!)
So, he lands on the M&M dispenser we have next to the tv, where he catches his birdy breath and spies the southeast skylight. Maybe if the last one didn't work, this one will! (Should I point out that Dumb Bird has flown right past the open doorway at this point?!) Flap!Flit!Flap!Flit! Dumb Bird can't get out of this skylight, either. So he flies back toward the front room, spies a 3rd skylight (we have 6 he could have chosen from) and tries the whole thing a 3rd time! Same results. A battered birdy body hitting repeatedly against the skylight does not make a pretty sound.
By now Dumb Bird has flown back into the dining/front room area and is now perched on the giant Tootsie Roll bank we keep coins in. He keeps looking around and I swear he's plotting ways to contaminate my peaches! Finally, he decides the flowers must look real (the don't and they aren't), so he flies over and tries to land on them. Big mistake. The plastic stems can't hold the weight of a dumb bird, so he flops onto the floor. Right in front of the open screen door! Do you think he will notice this one?! He does the little birdy bounce toward the door. Yes, Dumb Bird, it's still open. Another little bounce. Still open. A slight breeze comes through and I think Dumb Bird finally figured it out, because suddenly, he was on the front lawn! Yeah! No more birdy germs by my peaches! (Thank goodness they will be cooked for so long--it'll kill all the Dumb Bird germs!)
So, are we more entertaining than reality TV? Probably not, but we are more real.
2 comments:
Who needs to watch reality TV, when we can tune into your blog & get a chapter in the lives of the Esplin family. I loved it, giggling all the way through.
I don't know how you survived the bird episode. It would have done me in. I.Hate.Birds. Hate them near me that is, not a big fan of the fluttering factor.
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