Before leaving for Hilton Head, I found this in the garden:
Right in the middle of one of our tomato plants.
Yesterday, while I was out picking these bits of beauty:
I found this:
I have yet to actually see Mama bird, so I don't know what kind of birds they are. (My knowledge ends with, "Robins lay blue eggs.") I have no doubt, though, that Mrs. Random, nerd that she is, will be all over this one and within hours will have the name of the bird for me, despite the fact that I called her a nerd. :)
Between our new chicks, these adorable creatures, the birds eating our dogs' food, and the turkeys in the front yard (which we saw yesterday, dangerously close to our house)...
I was about to say how we can now change it from "Year of the Broken Bones" to "Year of the Bird", but I realized as soon as I typed it, I wasn't about to tempt fate. The way our luck runs, the moment I dubbed it so, our farm would turn into a horrible Hitchcock movie, with us being attacked by turkeys and chickens and hawks and Jewish vultures* and robins and whatever else birds we have flying about the place. Year of the Broken Bones it is.
Have a lovely day!
*I realized not everyone has read/remembers the post when I decided to vultures around here are Jewish. Basically, I have seen them eat everything except a dead pig. Being Jewish is the only reason I can see for not eating pork.