Babies, babies, babies. Everywhere you look there's a new baby. Isn't Spring delightful that way? Around my yard, the house finches are introducing their newly fledged little ones to the feeder and the birdbath. It's so interesting to watch. They are such quick learners but I guess they have to be. A robin is sitting on eggs right outside my kitchen window. Yesterday was exactly two weeks since she began sitting so I'm thinking they have hatched or very close to it. Can you believe I write things down like that? I don't know why I like to keep tabs on them? I know in another two weeks tho, the babies will be gone and it will seem empty & quiet standing at my sink without the constant comings and goings. I've learned to take my binoculars on my evening walk as a pair of great horned owls are feeding three young in a cottonwood tree along the lake in our neighborhood. That is really a sight to watch. Yesterday I also happened to be at one of my old stomping grounds for a photo shoot and there were tons of baby Canadian geese parading around with proud but extremely protective parents. All this new life made me think of a spring card I had published quite a few years back. I used one of my photos inside the Anna Griffin bird frame. The eggs (although they look blue like Robin eggs in the scan) were actually finch eggs from a nest built in a basket right outside my front door. I'm happy to say all four eggs hatched and all four babies left the nest. It makes me sad when anything other than that happens.
On a random side note, I've always wondered why mother's sing the lullaby to their babies that I referenced in my post title? It could be quite tragic with the cradle falling down and all. Traumatic & scary at the very least?? I remember thinking about the words when singing it to my own spring baby and I promptly quit. Interesting, huh?
