Mother's Day - for the birds...

We have had a nest of 4 robin eggs on the back porch for a couple weeks now that we have have all been watching. On Mother's Day, ironically, the baby birds began to hatch. As of this morning all four are hatched out and eating almost continuously. The girls have thoroughly enjoyed checking up on the babies and are torn between calling them cute and ugly. It seems there's no middle ground. I think we're all leaning a little more toward calling them ugly, even though they should be cute, being babies and all. While we were outside this afternoon we also got to see another nest of baby birds in what seemed to us to be their first day after being kicked out of the nest. There was a lot of squawking and several young robins flying as best they could from one tree to another only to sit for hours at a time.

As for me, after the whole slipper-slide/tailbone confrontation I'm getting back to normal. I was able to sit on it for awhile Friday night and worked out this morning for the first time in almost 2 weeks. Don't get me wrong, I can still feel it and the whole incident isn't funny yet. It will be, though, I'm sure, once the pain goes away. I'll have a lot more understanding of those cartoons when the chaser, after climbing up the ladder and continuing into thin air for a few steps, realizes that there's no solid ground beneath him and has that startled look before gravity finally takes hold. I can definitely sympathize. So can my tailbone.