Where the birds come to die...

After this weekend, I've concluded that our house is where any bird must come to die! Morbid, yes. This weekend we had 5 dead birds at our house. Ew, ew, ew. The first three birds were found by Chris when he was installing the new sprinkler timer. They were just tiny little things, so we think they fell out of a nearby nest and didn't survive the fall. Chris took the time to bury them in the yard. The second incident/fourth bird occurred while we were eating breakfast in the nook near our patio door. We were happily munching on our cereal when a loud thud resounded on the patio door. We turned to look and a poor bird must have flown straight into the window. First of all...I got physically ill because the poor thing didn't pass right away...it sat there and struggled for a good minute. Honey saw the whole thing and started to flip out! Chris was able to clean up the mess quickly before we had to leave for our hospital tour (couldn't leave the bird out there with Honey panicking). I didn't let him bury the bird this time...I don't want a whole graveyard of birds.... So we found another permanent resting place for the bird in our outdoor trash can (in several plastic bags of course). Finally, later that evening, we were leaving the house to see an almost adult bird standing in the driveway near our garage door. Most birds would be scared by an opening garage door. Not this bird. We decided to let it be and hopefully it would be gone before we returned. When we returned home, we saw the bird huddled in the corner near the garage...poor thing. We thought maybe he's just trying to get some warmth back or regain his energy. Unfortunately, the next morning before church we saw him in the driveway with his feet in the air. Poor, poor thing. And poor, poor Chris for having to clean up all of these little birdies! I think we'll be happy if we never have to see another bird ever, ever again!

Onto baby-related news: we had our hospital tour this last Saturday. It was like a slap in the face by reality. Maybe not to Chris: but to me! They discussed what entrance we would use when I was in labor. The safety procedures to prevent any baby theft. What amenities are in all of the labor and deliver and post-partum rooms. The do's and don't's and visitor restricitons. They explained the tools they have available to aid in labor... Oi, oi, oi! 15 more weeks to go! It sounds so far away, but at the same time seems SO close! I found out that I have to select Morgan's pediatrician soon. They will not let you leave the hospital until they have a pediatrician's name on file. I guess I'll have to check who's covered by my insurance and who's affiliated with the hospital we'll be at.

I hope ya'll had a great weekend and have a great week ahead. I'm going to change into some comfy clothes to go on a walk with Chris when he gets home!