He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Cor 12:9
Yesterday, checking on the baby birdie progress, I startled the remaining to birds. They had grown adult feathers and looked grown-up, but I did not expect them to both skitter away from me on shaky wings. They both landed in the garden, one on a bush and one hidden away. They have not come back yet. The mother found one of her offspring hiding, investigated it, and flew away again. I think the babies have left the nest for good – and even if they had not, Deborah cut back all the dead plants and made it a much less hospitable nest. We hope the adult birds will nest there again, though. (I hear small peeping outside, so perhaps they have returned after all. I hope so, because if they were too young to leave and only flew away because I scared them, they could die and that would be my fault.)
Also yesterday morning we got up to discover that Caitlyn’s bug, some Australian stick-bug type, had molted again. It now stretches approximately three inches in length and sports all sorts of dangerous-looking spines – all show, however, as it couldn’t hurt a person if it tried. It left its skin still hanging, fully intact, where it molted. The thing loves to hang on the ceiling of its cage, and that is where it left its empty shell. Later it ate the skin, which makes perfect sense biologically. Yum, yum.
– KF –