Friday Five, Leap Year edition

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
Sir James M. Barrie

1. Say good morning to our nine-day-old hummingbirds! Mama’s away, so they’re huddled beak-to-butt in the bottom of the nest, pretending they’re invisible. By tomorrow, their eyes will be open! (Objects in this picture are much smaller than they appear.)  

2. Mama Bird’s an amazing chick. Papa Bird, not so much. He puffs out his chest, all important-like, but he hardly measures up.  

3. My husband’s feathering the nest today, but I’m flying the coop — first class! He’s treating me to the Hand and Foot Fantasy at Burke Williams Spa. I know, how spoiled am I? Seriously, though, it’s a welcome reprieve from our epic Ineptitude of the Greatest Magnitude kitchen remodel.   

4. Two mockingbirds are doing a mating dance in the trees outside my office window. What beautiful songs might they be singing, I wonder, if they weren’t copying other birds. Hmm…I hear a writing metaphor, do you? 

5. One of my most embarrassing moments EVER happened at a Sadie Hawkins Day dance. Those who said, “Someday you’ll look back on this and laugh”? They were lying.

6. Earlier this week, my writing project jalopy was battered and mud-spattered; it careened and bounced all over the road. On Tuesday, it tipped it over into ditch. And lo, I was discouraged. But I dusted myself off, and I put a spit-shine on the salvageable parts. Oh Happy Day: My critique group liked the new material!

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  2. Hooray for the spit-shine! I can totally relate to careening all over the road. I’ll be sure to wave when our jalopies cross paths (but only if it’s safe to take my hands off the wheel!)

    Have a wonderful spa. You’ve earned it. Yikes.

    • Do you see me waving at you?

      Oops, sorry! I think my side mirror just scraped your passenger door!

      I had a wonderfully relaxing spa day. I’m melted, actually. xo

  4. Enjoy the spa! What a great hubby!

    I hear you on the mud-spattered and battered writing jalopy. I have a funny feeling that Ned’s going to end up being completely torn apart if I can’t figure out my dilemma, outside of making the last chapter the prologue and going from there.

      • Re: Sadie Hawkins dance

        Yeah, I *do* know. LOL.

        I’ll write the story into my book, how’s that? Maybe when I’m doing that, I’ll post a little snippet.

        *hides red face behind hands*

    • Two. They’re lying in the bottom of the nest, beak-to-butt.

      I’m so glad you’re enjoying the pictures. They grow so fast! I hope the posts don’t seem repetitive.

  9. lol…. papa hummingbird doesn’t measure up, you’re right. Poor little mama has to do everything! In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen the papa of my little hummers. What a deadbeat!

    Enjoy your day at the spa, Melodye! Sounds like you could use and definitely deserve it!!!

    And I’m glad you’ve dusted off those clothes and are back on the road with your piece. Keep rolling along!

      • Well I’ll always be here to give you plenty of nudging. 🙂 You are most defintely going to fulfill those dreams of yours, missy.

        And the pin on his chest says “Bill.” Have you never seen Schoolhouse Rock??? Oh you poor, deprived soul… let me enlighten you!

        Enjoy!

        • Ha — I love it!

          This reminds me of my Saga du Sacramento. YAY, I was so happy to see the bill become law!

          Hummingbird photos? Do you have time to post another?

          • lol… I actually thought of your Sacramento experience when I posted it to your link. I figured that it would hit close to home for you! 🙂

            Yup… I’ll be posting new pics of my hummies tonight. It looks like they’re getting ready to fly the coop already!!!

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