This is a parody of Paper Planes by MIA. And a pretty good one, too.

Penny’s egg was small–closer to a quail egg than a chicken’s egg in size–but I can honestly say it was one of the best eggs I’ve ever had. The yolk was almost orange when we cracked it open. We fried it butter and ate it as an appetizer before dinner last night.

Now I will go out and see if we have another egg yet!

Update: There was!

Penny has been inclined to make nests and hide lately–what they call broody behavior. Then today, this was in the pen.

It is small because it is the first one. I think it is cute.

As I mentioned, my dad and Kyle moved the door of the bathroom from inside the room to the hallway. By doing this, they made the bathroom into one big room.

Last weekend, Kyle did the next step of the process and removed the wall that was dividing the room.

Before:

Kyle removing the wall:

After:

I looks so much better. Already the room feels huge and full of light and space. I am really digging this bathroom remodel so far because every change is so dramatic.

What a silly little bird.

“The Bobolink is a member of the Blackbird family. It frequents grassy meadows of the northern states and adjacent Canada. Also referred to as “skunk blackbird,” the male has striking black-and-white plumage, making identification easy. Females are a buffy yellow-brown.”

I don’t think we have these in California.

The Way to know the Bobolink
by Emily Dickinson

The Way to know the Bobolink
From every other Bird
Precisely as the Joy of him –
Obliged to be inferred.

Of impudent Habiliment
Attired to defy,
Impertinence subordinate
At times to Majesty.

Of Sentiments seditious
Amenable to Law –
As Heresies of Transport
Or Puck’s Apostacy.

Extrinsic to Attention
Too intimate with Joy –
He compliments existence
Until allured away

By Seasons or his Children –
Adult and urgent grown –
Or unforeseen aggrandizement
Or, happily, Renown –

By Contrast certifying
The Bird of Birds is gone –
How nullified the Meadow –
Her Sorcerer withdrawn!

Dickinson loved bobolinks. She wrote several poems about them.

Taken with Marcia’s iPhone.