Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Where is your husband when...

Over the past 7 1/2 months, there have been many times I wished Jason was here to help with different situations. Here is my most recent.
I was pulling up to my house and noticed something on the front porch. I couldn't tell what it was- but let's just say I knew it wasn't a package. When the girls, Colt, and I checked it out we found a DEAD BIRD!! I think it had flown into Colt's window and ended its life. I didn't know what to do. I honestly thought I was going to put it into a shoe box and bury it in the vacant lot beside our house. I called Jason to ask him and he told me just to scoop it up and throw it away (good thing it was garbage day). I did what he said but first Hallee had to name the bird Feather. She was very concerned about throwing it in the garbage can. She wanted Feather to be comfortable. I think Hallee asked me about 10 times that day if Feather was comfortable in her sack in the garbage can and even now, about 2 weeks later, she still is asking if Feather is comfortable. Poor little bird.

1 comment:

Zoey said...

When our little neighbor boy learned about the resurrection, he was pretty upset because they buried "Buddy" the family pet hamster in a sack. He kept asking, will he be able to breathe dad . . . and so on and so forth.

I'll bet that Hallee will remember it even next year! And, I can't even believe that you did it. That did not look like a baby bird!