Turns out she loves tiny colorful birds as much as I do!
Ahhh! We've spent countless hours in the last few weeks camped out in the yard enjoying Spring in the aviary. It's been bright, sometimes a little chilly, or like today, warm and perfect. While I sit just outside the aviary enjoying the activity within, Annie is choosing to wear a bandanna (to keep bird poops out of her hair), she turns over a bucket to use as a seat, and is enjoying a more "hands on" approach. She wraps the little chicks up in her sweater, talks to them, trains them to sit on her finger, and is naming each one. (Martha is the white one with the gray tuft on her head, and Butterscotch is yellow, napping in the sun on her shoulder. Both are Snow Flower's babies.) She can go for hours on end, and then I have to pry her away so I can tend to our lives.
There are so many layers of pleasure about this whole experience. First there is the bliss I feel watching Annie. Period. I'm so in love with her! I'm so completely over-the-moon, head-over-heel, crazy about her! Just taking this time to really sit and watch her doing something she loves is quite enough by itself. But to share my passion for these colorful birds with her? Pure bliss!
There are so many layers of pleasure about this whole experience. First there is the bliss I feel watching Annie. Period. I'm so in love with her! I'm so completely over-the-moon, head-over-heel, crazy about her! Just taking this time to really sit and watch her doing something she loves is quite enough by itself. But to share my passion for these colorful birds with her? Pure bliss!