This morning I had to venture across the ill-planned rock wall that segregates our house from our neighbor to collect Krusty’s morning constitutional. I’m sorry but that’s the nicest way I could think of saying I WAS PICKING UP POOP. In any other situation (ie. if it had been in our yard) I would have “forgotten” about it until Jerry got home (love you). However, we like Bob and Steph and I was compelled to do them a solid. Get it? Cmon Friday poop jokes! Yes!
Ok I’m sorry. This post is supposed to evoke sweet sighs and oohs and ahhhs.Not grimaces and groans.
So anyway, as a reward for doing my neighborly duty (hehe doodie – I can’t help it, I’m on FIRE!) I found a wee little robin’s nest and a newly hatched egg. Since the nest was on the ground, I suppose you could turn this into a sad story. However, I have decided that it is indeed a hatched egg and not a poached one. So let’s just go with that. And I took pictures! Don’t you just love robin’s egg blue?
Happy Friday baby bird!