Birdie Porn

While I was gone, the baby robins left the nest! (See Mom, it happens to everyone, even birds.) The poor nest sits abandoned, and I now spend my time trying convince Guy and Boy that it should NOT come in the house, because it's probably filled with dried mouse guts and mites. But while I was photographing my little sister's graduation, Guy pulled out the ladder and documented this similar momentous event:


Squawk! This is Wimpy, as I have dubbed him. He was the last to leave the nest, and apparently very cranky at being let behind.









Can I eat this? He asks.












No. Roses are yucky vegetables.












Here, have some mouse guts, says Mom.










Dad's pissed. Wimpy's a wimp. Look down there, your brother is out foraging for himself. Back in my day, I'd'a been thrown out.



















Hey, DadRobin, some kids are just more sensitive than others. I should know. Guy was out last night at some vile Post-Bop concert that would torture me, so I elected to stay home with the chillins. Did any of y'all read Sadako And The Thousand Paper Cranes when you were nine? I didn't have to read it till I was eleven. Well, let me tell you, I was ready to kill Boy's teacher. I understand what she's trying to do--and I'm right there with her, children should learn about the horrors of war and nuclear devices, and they should apply it to their lives. But Feck Me, how about waiting until they can distance themselves enough to not be sobbing?

Song:
Emotional Rescue, Rolling Stones

Quote:
Wash: Everything looks good from here... (beat...playing with plastic dinosaurs over his console) Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive.
(as Stegosaurus) We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land'.
(as T-Rex) I think we should call it...your grave!
(Stegosaurus) Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
(T-Rex) Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh...now die!
(Firefly)