Well, Mother Robin is being very protective now that her babies have hatched. I believe they were born sometime on Sunday, and I snapped these pictures that afternoon:
Oliver is not allowed to be on the front porch until these little guys have learned to fly. Any guess how long that will be?
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The Sky Is Falling! No, It’s Just Plaster.
So, Oli insisted on going outside at 1:42 this morning. I was barely awake. Until I saw this:
Yeah… that loose plaster finally came down. On its own. Glad no one was standing under that. I have been meaning to take a picture of it sagging, and how the P.O.s used clear silicone caulk to hold it in place. But now I have lost my chance to document that fab use of caulk. Although, that bit hanging down? That’s caulk plus plaster dirt.
I swept it all up while Oliver was doing his business outside, and in hindsight, I think I probably should have worn a dust mask. Don’t really need to be breathing the dust of who-knows-what. But it was quarter to two, and the doggie could bark at any moment, so I just wanted to get it all cleaned up before he came back in. ‘Cause you just know he would have walked through it. Or stolen a chunk of plaster. That would have been a good game.
I’m so not ready to tackle this project right now, so I see some heavy mil plastic and duct tape in my near future.
Always Look Before You Water
Looks like a perfectly ordinary hanging plant, right?
Well, to Mother Robin, it must have looked like the perfect sheltered spot for her soon-to-be babies.
I guess there is no way to water this poor plant now, so I’m just going to hope it hangs on until the baby robins are out of the nest. It is used to a bit of neglect.
Room to Roam
I’ve expanded Oliver’s daytime area. He normally has access the long, narrow room at the back of the house that used to be a porch, and the adjoining bathroom.
Last night, I moved his gate so that he now can roam around the kitchen, dining room, Oliver’s room, and the bathroom. He was a bit confused this morning, even though I showed him what we were doing last night, and he watched with curiosity as I cleaned and moved things around. (Actually, he mostly barked and chased the vacuum through the cleaning part.)
Mostly, I’ve done this because the only air conditioner that is installed is in the dining room, and we are having a bit of a heat wave right now. I don’t want my little boy to be too hot while I’m not home.
So, cross your fingers, and let’s hope he didn’t find anything naughty to get into today.
Decisions, Decisions…
Today, I’m thinking about the choices we are faced with when we take on an old house project. The possibilities are endless, and it can be a lot of fun. So long as you don’t make a job of it.
Some decisions are easier to reverse than others. For instance, if you don’t like a color of paint, you can always go back to the store, and get another color. But if you don’t like where the P.O.s moved that dining room wall, and you want to move it back to its original location, well, that’s a decision you want to be sure of before you jump right in.
Some of us are more decisive than others. Take me for instance. Sometimes I can’t even make a decision about what to wear, so I can get out the door in the morning. Brown socks, or blue socks? The pink tee shirt, or the blue tee shirt? Or bigger decisions. To paint, or to stain? Latex, or oil-based? What shade, out of the millions on the Sherwin-Williams charts? Do I stick to the tried-and-true Arts and Crafts palate, or branch out and try something different? (I opted for different, and it is okay, but if I had to do it again, I’d use the A&C colors.) Carpet, or hardwood? Cork, tile, or linoleum? Vintage, or reproduction? Too many choices sometimes.
On the other hand, some of us know just what we want, and we go straight for it.
Green Bungalow Craftworks 