Tuesday, March 31, 2015

March's Treasures

Grandma, aunt Alice and I, all in our coats of red...
My sweet gift from God...


Afternoon painting...
Yoga with Ms. Emily!

It's not often that we're all in service on a Sunday morning...
Abula, Daddy and Josiah...

Dinner by a window sill...

March, you've been marvelous!

A Killdeer's Nest

All the kiddos were outside in the back yard playing after lunch on a beautiful Monday afternoon, enjoying a bit of fresh spring air when I noticed Josiah standing off alone and looking afar. After asking what it was he was doing, he pointed at two birds a few yards over in our neighbor's back yard. He motioned for me to walk with him so he could get a closer look. 

We inched our way over and I immediately took note of the bird's strange behavior. Firstly, as we approached it I noticed it didn't fly away like most birds would have. Instead the bird made funny movements with its wings and talked very loudly at us. I instantly started thinking of ways I could help an injured bird, for surely that was the problem. The bird let us get very, very close. Close enough to realize it wasn't injured at all, it was just protecting something very important. 


A nest with four speckled eggs! A nest, right there on the ground! What excitement this little bird brought to our routinely ordinary Monday afternoon. 

The bird stopped talking at us when she realized we weren't there to hurt her or her eggs. She kindly let us all observe the wonder of nature before us. We were elated! 

We kept watch over the birds and the nest all day, periodically taking peeks here and there. There were quite a few times when the bird wasn't around which gave us a chance to get a prolonged look at those beautiful speckled eggs. However, without the landmark the bird provided it made for quite the game of seek-and-find. The eggs are camouflaged so well! 

It wasn't until later in the evening that I remembered Isaac reading a story earlier in the school-year about a certain bird who made its nest on the ground. After locating and reviewing the story, I was fascinated to find the bird illustrated was identical to the one in our (neighbor's) backyard; a killdeer. (Wow, God is so good!) 




The story, "Tricked By a Bird", gave us very interesting information about how these types of birds lay their eggs in little divots on the ground, often on gravel. Their speckled eggs blend in so marvelously to the background. It really is quite a sight! The title of the story gives hint to the notion that the birds trick humans or potential predators (which I can attest to). Killdeer birds put on a show as you approach, acting as if they are injured by walking around dragging one or both wings on the ground. They hope to take advantage of our pity by luring us away from its nest. Once the bird feels we're far enough away, it takes off leaving you with no clue as to where its eggs are or that there are even any. In our case, the bird never lead us away but was definitely putting on a show making me think it was injured and telling us not to come near. Fascinating! 


We were surprised to discover that day two of our killdeer experience held just as much, if not more excitement for us than day one. After reading the kids some Internet research about killdeer birds, specifically how long it takes for their eggs to hatch (26-28 days), we headed out for our first observation of the day. As we approached the nest we witness a crow flying away with one of the killdeer eggs in its beak. (Cue the dramatics and the heartache) We were too late to stop it from happening but not late enough to miss watching it land on our neighbor's rooftop to devour its breakfast. We could actually see the yolk of the egg running down the shingles as the crow walked along side of it trying to peck up as much as possible. Oh, the heartache! 


After our second morning playing of seek-and-find we located the nest and discovered there were only two little speckled eggs left. We assumed that very crow (or another one) must have snatched the other one up, too. 



Sadly it wasn't long at all before there was only one egg left. There were quite a lot of emotions surfacing in all of us. I myself was about ready to cry. As much as I wanted to shout "THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN" (ha!), I summoned self-control and didn't. We were all so saddened for the mommy and daddy bird. I honestly couldn't help feeling like the crow had robbed us of our chance to witness the miracle of life right in our very own (neighbor's) backyard. 


I felt a strange responsibility to the kind killdeer and wanted to do everything I could to save the last little egg so I made a few calls to local park rangers and even called the National Wildlife Commission. Turns out, other than scaring the crows away or placing something over the egg to obstruct the crow's view, there was nothing we could do. (Apparently it is illegal to touch a bird's nest.)


After sharing the information I gathered with the kids and embracing the truth that nothing in nature is ever wasted, I guided them to stumbling upon the idea of blocking the crow's view of the egg. Their first instincts insisted on building some sort of structure similar to a house or tent over it but they soon came to the conclusion that a patio chair would work just as well. We sat back and watched until mommy bird came to be sure the chair wasn't going to keep her from visiting her nest and caring for her egg. It was a pleasant sight to watch her slowly approach and readjust her nest of one. It is now day 9 of our exciting adventure and the egg is still safe.  



Bird watching...

There she is visiting her nest, underneath the chair, for the first time. 



Alyana found one of the killdeer eggs in our yard, away from it's nest.  After investigating the egg and using the knowledge we gained from our recent discoveries, we decided a crow must dropped it after taking it from the nest. Another round of heart break. 


The kiddos have been journaling as a means of documenting our exciting observations along the way. We look forward to the conclusion of the situation whether it ends with a baby killdeer bird or not. Either way we value the knowledge and understanding we've gained and appreciate even having the chance to experience it at all.  

Bread and Butted

I felt incredibly adventurous today and decided to throw some butter making in after math. The kids were fascinated by the idea that they could make butter. I warned them that it would be a laborious task but they all said they were up for the challenge.

Just look at both of those adorable smiles!

Josiah rolled his jar around a few times then completely abandoned it. 


Can you tell they're shaking?  :) 
 

After a long, long, long while of shaking (I should have timed it but I'm guessing it was a good twenty minutes), Mikey and Isaac were the first to see the separation of butter and buttermilk. What a rewarding feeling after all of that hard work! 
 

Our final product...BUTTER! 

And finally, their reward...





Monday, March 30, 2015

Dirt Pie

I love those dirty fingers and dusty bottoms. There really isn't anything better than watching the three of them enjoy each other while playing outside, making imaginary dirt pies and generously sharing them with everyone around. 

I took a dozen or so pictures of sweet Mikey making his dirt pie and though it seems I should be able to narrow these few incredibly similar pictures a bit more, I just couldn't. I love everything about each one. After snapping picture thirteen or so (and without even looking up from what he was doing) Mikey unabashedly stated, "Momma, that's enough pictures." :) 

We even have a fully functioning oven outside. 
Sigh...I love spring evenings.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Blue Hat, Green Hat

I love remembering upon memories of Gabriella "reading" goodnight moon as two year old and of Mikey  "reading" Chicka-Chicka-Boom-Boom as a two year old. So far, some of life's sweetest moments are with my littles in my lap, reading a good book. 


This little video is a tribute to those precious moments. 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Tired

Poor baby, getting up onto the chair for lunch was about all the energy he had left.
Unfortunately the transfer from table to bed did not go over well so the five minuet nap at the lunch table was it for the day. However, I do consider this capture being worth it all. 



Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Josiah's Point of View

I often think about what the world looks like from Josiah's point of view. Walking around always looking up at what others conveniently look down to. He sees the faces of cabinets when I see counters. He see bed sides instead of the pillows and blankets I see. He sees the legs of tables and chairs while my eyes scan across table tops. And while I survey the refrigerator's entire contents he stares at the fruit and vegetable drawers. 

There are often days I grow weary, very weary, of the constant burn in my left arm from fulfilling his "I hold you" requests but when I take the time to think about the view he enjoys when he's up by my side and how much he values being there, I count it all joy to be the one he prefers to share it all with. He's portioned out a lot of trust in me, a lot of dependency and a vast measure of gratitude and love. 

I'm often followed around by his little voice saying " I help you, mommy! I help you!". His little eyes just long to see what it is I see and his little hands to touch what I touch.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Waiting Patiently

There is something extra special about this time of year and absorbing it all along side of a child brings about an additional degree of love and life and magic to the season. After months and months of lying dormant, a blooming flower speaks to us. 

It says...God IS (and always will be). 

It says...Your waiting is not in vain. 

It says...Have faith. 

It says...Stay strong.  

It says...A cold and difficult season is now behind you, behold a new season is upon you. 

It says...Miracles and life.

And they know, you can see it in their little eyes when they pull an earthworm from the cool wet soil, you can see it when they stumble upon a bird's nest or when they see a fluttering butterfly, they know with out a doubt there is a God. Spring is such a beautiful testimony of His being and of His immense love for us. 

 
Psalm 27:14 "Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord." 

2015's First Snow







Friday, March 20, 2015

The Fayetteville Observer

What a treat it was to get a peek behind the scenes of the Fayetteville Publishing Company. We had the honor of being toured by a knowledgeable, retired gentleman who had worked for The Fayetteville Observe for 45 years. The parents and kids alike found all the history as well as the company's current functionality incredibly fascinating! We started our tour with a small informative video and ended with an up close look at the printing process.  
After finding our seats in the classroom-like-setting at the beginning of our tour, Denise caught a pictue of Mikey reaching back for my hand, making sure I wasn't too far from him. Oh how I adore this picture. It was such a sweet, sweet moment. (I will always be within your reach, sweet boy.)
The photo editor that we were privileged to meet was so very kind and generous with her time. She not only stopped what she was doing to great the children, she invited them around to stand by her side as she gave them an inside scoop to all the exciting things about her job. (I'm almost positive Mikey was close to sitting in her lap at moments.) She showed them pictures of a time laps from a solar eclipse, pictures of the water festival in Beaufort, SC, pictures of a dog who'd lost 50 pounds and so, so much more. She even gave the kids the freedom come up with a topic then searched her database for pictures that related. Oh, how they enjoyed that. My favorite part here was when she challenged the kids to find an interesting picture and create their own story. The passion she had for her job was evident and I'm so grateful she took the time to share that passion with us. There's no telling the lasting impression she made on the kids just by spending a little extra time with them. 
After our visit with the photo editor we headed to the line to witness exactly how a newspaper comes to be. Check out all that ink!...
And all that paper!...
I was fascinated by those large rolls of paper! We learnt that one roll weighs a ton and has over 7 miles of paper on it. The storage room that hold all the paper, when full (jam packed, from floor to ceiling) is only enough paper for 80 days of print. They also took the extra time to show us exactly how stacking them gets done. 

They were captivated by the paper stacking. :) 
Here our tour guide is showing us the machines responsible for stapling and stuffing. 
Mikey seemed to be just as fasinated by it all as I was. 

I couldn't possibly say enough good about this trip. It was so enjoyable. I hated it had to come to an end but I do hope for a chance to visit again in the future!