Saturday, June 22, 2013

Saturday encore ~ There's no place like home

It was around 6:00 Thursday evening and 99 degrees in the shade. I was sitting out at the barn with my camera, 
hoping I could capture something exciting for Friday's blog post without having to leave the comfort of my chair and break a sweat.

It wasn't happening. For an hour, I watched Lucy and the boys eat as half-hearted storm clouds formed in the east,
but then the wind kicked up and I didn't want the dirt to wreck the camera, so I headed back toward the house.

I opened the gate into the back yard and saw that Smooch had something cornered behind her chair.
Swell, I thought. I'm about to die from heat stroke and now I've got to deal with a snake or something.

Turned out it was just an itty bitty swallow who had left his nest before earning his pilot's license. 
I sent Smooch into the house while I figured out a plan.

What am I going to do with you, Little One?

Hold on tight while I climb on this chair and try to put you back in the nest 
while attempting to take pictures so I'll have a blog post for tomorrow.

So far so good.

But just as I ever so gently placed Little One into the nest...

He half jumped, half flew down to the ground.

Me: You knucklehead!

Little One: Those weren't my peeps. Wrong nest.

To add insult to injury, it had started to rain - one of those infamous New Mexico quarter-inch rains,
where a drop of rain falls every quarter inch and you say is that it?
Still, the potential was there for a downpour and Little One wouldn't stand a chance in a storm.

Me: Come on, Little One, let's see if we can figure out where you belong. 

Not wanting to traumatize Little One any more than I had to, I scooped him up and placed him in a tray 
along with an interim nest, made from a pile of Lucy's hair which had accumulated near the hitching rail. 

Me: What do you think, Little One? Does that look like home?

Little One: Why, yes it does, as a matter of fact. Thanks for the lift.

Me: Glad to be of service.


  1. It's just not comfortable if you're not in your own next. I can relate.
    Thanks for the story and let us know if it really rained at your place after all.

    Best always,

  2. I absolutely love your heart for all creatures, and for the time and effort you extend to helping, saving, relocating, etc. the ones who need a hand or two every now and then; not to mention the daily devotion you shower on your own babies. Your humanity gives me hope. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Awww. There's a story around every corner.

  4. Let me agree with Anonymous please.
    Although you must be taller than you look!


  5. 'those weren't my *peeps*' hahahahahaha good one.

    That's a grim looking little bird, with that turned down mouth (lip?) line.

  6. i have never met you but I love you anyway... this is so sweet and funny and FUN and so GOOD for that baby

  7. That is so wonderful! What a heart you have! And ... you found the right nest. You're something! Congrats on the photos!

  8. Big hearted girl! Heat must have gotten to birdie what was he thinking?,.Snakes, cat, dog, hooves....danger Will Robinson!

  9. I agree with the other comments and imagine the stress you saved the mother bird. The baby looks so cute on your finger. Never a dull moment.

  10. I love it that he "hadn't earned his pilot's license" ;) You're always good for a warm smile, Linda :)

  11. Ditto to all the above comments.

  12. I love this post :-) and I love that you always have a name for any animal who visits 7MSN and I love that Little One was so trusting, he knew a good person when he saw you: smart one that Little One is :-)

  13. Of course, I would have no idea what to do to help the fledgling-to-be. You just might be my favorite person, Carson.