The Little Yellow Bird . Part 17. Furnishing The Coffee Can Nest.
The Little Yellow Bird. Part 17. Furnishing The Coffee Can Nest
Sunday, January 23, 2011
My new husband, my lawful wedded hunk and I flew over by the house trailer to check out the large empty Folgers can that I was once born in as a baby. I would like it to be my nest for my future baby chicks.
The can is on a top shelf on a closed in glass porch. When I was very small, and when I was trying to learn how to fly, do you know what that old man did from the old house trailer ? Well we were flying around a little on the porch trying to strengthen our wings, and my mom and dad were a little worried about us.
The old man removed the screens from the glass windows and opened the windows very wide so that we could see everything outside.
My brothers and sisters and I perched on the window sills and contemplated if we should go for the hedges with our brand new wings. Mom and dad were very nervous , and watching every move we made , and they were chirping a hundred words a second trying to urge us to fly.
The old man and his wife kind of watched us from indoors to make sure we did not fall down somewhere. They probably would have helped us back up if we would have fallen down.
We flew to the hedges, every one of us. Mom and dad were happy and relieved. The hedges were thick with lots of protection against predators. The porch was well protected too, that's why mom and dad raised us there, and that is why I want to have my babies there.
As for cats, the family want let any cats fool with my nest. He want let cats on the porch either. Those people are very protective with neighbors like us.
My husband and I swept out the coffee can. I do not think there is room for a color television in it. If there is I will have to see about signing up for cable. I need a micro wave oven to heat up fresh grubs that I will have to regurgitate for my young ins. I will need wipes, diapers, lotions, toilet items, practically everything.
My husband went to a large oak tree and brought in some soft moss. I want tender leaves and nothing pinching my butt when I have to squat down to lay eggs. I never laid and egg before. They say giving birth is hard on a woman. My husband had better hold my hand and help me with breathing exercises. Mom said it was not very hard. All I have to do is put a little lubrication on a certain spot I want mention.
I need to chill out. This is making me nervous talking about child birth. I am going to tell my husband to go to the mall. I have been craving more donuts and sugar. I like my jelly donuts with coffee. I like the Folgers can. It is large and has plenty of room.
My husband can help me to feed all the loud mouth chaps we will probably have. I better not have too much noise in the can when I am watching my judge programs. Or I will have to turn up the volume. I was always hungry and had a very loud mouth when I was growing up.
I want my husband to pick me up a lovely church hat. I want to look nice with my high heels and with our children when we walk into church with our family.
When we finish fixing up the can, my husband and I will invite his mom and dad, and my mom and dad for dinner this coming Sunday. Who knows, they might bring us some gifts, and I am looking forward to a Tupperware party. The more stuff we get for free, the less we have to buy.
The old man likes to cook a lot. Since he likes to bake bread maybe he will spare a small loaf ever so often. Knowing him he will probably figure out a way to leave some bread on the porch once in a while.
I will miss being home with mom and dad, but until our nest is built and furnished, my husband and I will stay with my parents while he finishes college. I have plans too. I want to be a mom and a career woman, entrepreneur, perhaps even and actress, or a Navy housewife. I like living in the woods with these senior citizens, but we are young and we have our lives to live , and we have to make our money and future while we can. I will miss mom and dad too someday when my husband is a jet fighter pilot flying over war zones with a Raptor with his hair on fire with a team of ace combat pilots.
May Your Skies Be Blue.
And God Bless You.