It's hard to grumble about the rain when we really need it .......but I'm grumbling a little bit, as I have a ton of dyeing to do for the fiber frolic this up coming weekend. The dyeing part in the house is no problem, but the drying part is leaving a lot to be desired :(. I'm just praying I can get it all dried and skeined or I'll be a stayin' home.
Before I tell you the story of my little robin babies, I just want to share a gem that my husband and I discovered this weekend. A month or so ago, I heard that one of my favorite bands, The Cowboy Junkies were going to be playing at The Stone Mountain Art Center, in Brownfield Maine, which is only about 15 minutes or so away from my house. I had mentioned to Ken that it would be so neat to go see them for our anniversary.......but then I forgot about it.
Ken on the other hand, did try to get tickets to surprise me, but they sold out before he could get some. He did however get tickets to see The Grascals, which is a bluegrass band.......Ken knows how much I LOVE bluegrass, so even though we had never heard them before, it was a safe bet that I would probably like them. Go take a listen here.
Well.........it was fantastic! This music center, tucked in the middle of no~where is truly a gem. The redesigned barn is so tastefully done and comfortable, the gourmet pizza's were yummy and wine to sip on while listening..........does it get any better than that? If you ever get a chance to go..........GO!
Now onto the photo intensive part of this post. No knitting, no spinning......no fiber at all, but I hope you enjoy my bittersweet afternoon.
Tucked in safely, looking very content and for once all of their mouths were actually closed. I bid them a safe good night and hoped that they would still be there in the morning.
Where oh where are your brothers and sisters? Oops.....there's one of your siblings...and he's getting brave......why, I think he's actually going to make a go for it....................
It was such a treat to witness this event. As this little robin started his new adventure, his mom and dad were carefully guiding him....in fact, the whole flock of neighborhood robins were all a twitter.
I didn't get to see him fly, before he disappeared into the taller grass, but I have no doubt he will make his way.
Tucked safely in what's left of her nest is my last little baby. I hope that she stays put for the night, so no predators get her in the dark. I checked on her a little while ago and she looks like she may settle in for the night, but I don't think she will be there when I get up in the morning..........
Sleep well my little one and have fun on your new adventure!!