Nature Study at the Door

This darling sparrow was in our fireplace this morning. Z freaked me out saying there was something banging from inside the glass doors. We got the flashlight to be sure it wasn't a bat (not letting that into the house) and saw that this tiny bird.

I had a little net and was going to catch him and Z had opened the front door. He darted up to the top of the vaulted ceiling and then flew smack into the sliding glass doors to the sunroom. Poor guy.

He is now sitting on the front porch in a box on a chair. He feet are fine as they are curled around a twig. His neck isn't broken as he was turning his head around. He's been out there for about 30 minutes and appears to be resting.

UPDATE: Z and I went outside to move the chair as the sun was starting to shine directly on it. The little sparrow flew away and landed in one of our tall trees. I'm so happy.

Beware, I'm redecorating

As I am running out of things to redecorate and move in my actual house, I have now turned to my blog. Should things seem out of place and a bit discombobulated over the next fews days I apologize, but I promise the mess will all be picked up, the books will be returned to their shelves and there will be no more dust in the corners.

Water Bonds

My knowledge of chemistry is somewhat limited. I know that water is 2 hydrogen and 1 oxygen and I know that when H2O is allowed anywhere near Z a chemical reaction occurs. The boy loves water, in the sink, in the tub, in the ocean, he is happy.

Today was a blah day. I went to Walmart early this morning, it was pouring rain. It quit for a while and we've all be lying around today. Z scooted through the classroom a few times proclaiming, "I'm bored."

So when it started to pour again I decided it was time for a positive chemical reaction. We went and played in the rain. We splashed in puddles and watched the tiny waterfall going down the driveway. Then we moved to the muddy backyard. Z was splashing in the mud and falling down. We rinsed off with the hose and then repeated. He was laughing. I asked him to explain his current mood in interpretive dance. With glee he bent down scooped up mud and proceeded to smear it on his chest and then drew a happy face on his torso.

I so wanted to take his picture, he asked me not too. Instead I etched the memory into my brain. A moment of pure splendor, chemistry in action.