Park play

The birds are watching

Last week, Joe and I took Stephen back to Jeffers Bend to try to enjoy the fleeting warm weather. The sunshine slipped behind some clouds before we got there, but we took shelter from the chilling winds in the little bird observatory.

I mentioned in an earlier post that it's been vandalized-- educational posters torn down, birdseed littering every surface, cigarette butts and other garbage on the floor. Well, this day was even worse. The dust pan, used to clean up aforementioned mess, was stomped to shards. One of the two birdfeeders was also the target of some stupid show of aggression; knocked clear off the pole with its bottom side broken.

It makes me really angry that our little town can't appreciate the small slivers of nature that are open to the public.

Anyhow, there wasn't a bird in sight as we hunkered down in the dirty little shelter. Joe held Stephen, while I tried to scoop up the birdseed with what was left of the dustpan. I carried the scoops out to the one remaining birdfeeder.

Then they came. A hoard of crimson cardinals... then their buffier counterparts, then chickadees and juncos and field sparrows.


Several cardinals also perched on the window ledge to peck at their reflections... and we did our best to capture the scene. Stephen was tickled by having birdies so close.

Iron Zoo

Video and words forthcoming.

Wiffle balls are fun in every state

My mom, in her infinite wisdom, stopped at a Dollar Tree in Tucson and bought a set of wiffle balls. It was probably his favorite thing to do in Arizona. That, and drumming on old margarine containers.

Up! Up! Up!

Last week, we flew to Tucson, Arizona to visit my paternal grandma... one of Stephen's two living greats. He quickly learned her name, Nan, and has been saying it daily since we came back to Kentucky.

We were pretty proud of the kid for holding up on a total of probably close to 10 hours of flying (we had a lot of lay overs). Here he is looking quite at ease in the Continental "President's Club" lounge. Notice his legs? He did that himself.



He also liked the luggage cubby as much as the leather armchairs. Crackers in the cubby makes for some good Munchie R&R.

Update to the Stevetionary

There are number of words that have recently come into vogue for Stephen lately:

Aht-da: outside
beeeeeeeeer: Brrr, it's cold
MMammy: Grammy
Nan: Nan, his great grandma
Uh! Oh: I dropped something, you dropped something
Deese?: What is this, Give me this
Deeese eeese Dat: This is that (we think!)

Mama-son outing

Stephen and I went to Jeffers Bend on the same day as the previous post's fire station trip... I'm just incredibly behind on my posting. As usual. So does that mean I'm not behind?

We enjoyed the long shadows and the orange slats of sun. Stephen threw rocks and met two doggies. We walked the pea gravel path to the bird watching hut, which, sadly, was vandalized and covered in bird seed and gook. But there were plenty of birds to watch. A little nuthatch flitted up to the reflective glass window and nattered at himself. A chickadee clung to the ledge and even a cardinal came to pay his image a visit. We must have gotten there when the sun was just right. Because of the mess, I couldn't put Stephen down, so I couldn't get any good pictures from our bird watching.