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.


13 comments:

  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,

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  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.

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

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

    Jo

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

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

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  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

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

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

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  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.

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

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  11. Ditto to all the above comments.
    :)

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  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 :-)

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  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.

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