Friday, May 12, 2006

Steve's checking me out



So there he is, pretty little Steve.

"Steve" because My Beloved thought it was funny, in case you wanted to know. And "Lady" because when I later asked My Beloved what Steve's lady should be called, he was really busy at work and not all that interested in naming the backyard tenants.

So "Lady" it is.

Which is kinda funny, because of course now we can serenade her with "Lay, Lady, Lay" when she's finished with the nest-building and ready to start working on filling it up.

'Cause you know, we're not already scary enough to some of the breeding-abled neighbours around us. Might as well seal the deal with a little Bob Dylan in the backyard.

Edited to add that My Beloved has just informed me that if there's any avian serenading to be done, he'll wait inside. So I guess it's me, Bob Dylan and the birds. The Swallows, that is. Although it would be pretty cool to get The Byrds to join me in a little 1960s revival concert...

5 comments:

the ockers said...

how beautiful to have birds living in your garden. you are so lucky, Kristin.

miraclebaby said...

very sweet! We live on a busy street, so no birdies here.

kate said...

He is a beautiful bird! You are lucky, all i have are stupid pigeons...so serenade away....who cares about the stupid neighbors anyway!

Laura said...

He is a handsome feller :)

livelargelife said...

It's May 14th and I wanted to say Happy Mother's Day, Kristin. It's obvious from reading your blog that you gave (and continue to give) your son more love than some people will experience over the course of their entire lifetime. Many people can only dream of such unconditional love from their parents. You are an inspiration to mothers everywhere.