This is our remaining robin baby (embiggen). The GG gets these pics via a selfie stick with as little intrusion into the bird family as possible.

Mooma Robin (or maybe Daddy) was perched on the bowling ball in our back yard every time I was in the Landfill Loo and looked out there. Yes, we have a bowling ball in our back yard. It belonged to The Gumper, my father-in-law. It kind of drives me nuts because I keep kind of forgetting what it *is*. I wanted to get a pic but it didn’t seem possible. Too far away and through a screen. After the bird stopped perching on the ball, I realized I could’ve aimed my iPhone out the doorwall in the back room and used the optical zoom. Oh well.

We haven’t seen a bird parent in a couple hours and this has Big Daddy Bird aka The GG a little freaked out. Many years ago, he woke me up in the middle of the night by hopping in and out of bed and going outside a bazillion times. Whaaaa? Finally he asked, “Would you mind if I shot a cat?” SAY WHAT! Yes, of course I would mind if you shot a cat!

What was going on was a family of birds was afoot and the cat was trying to catch (and eat) the babies. The GG kept running outside to scare the cat off but in the end, the babies were caught (and eaten). It was years before he told me the gun he was talking about using was an air gun. Not that I really know much about air guns but it sounds a lot less lethal than some other kinds of guns.

The GG spent the morning working on volunteer stuff and when he seemed to be finished with that, I insisted he take me out for a chili lunch at Dexter’s Pub. He’s gonna be gone for a week to open up the moomincabin (and do more volunteer work) and I kinda wanna go but it can be hard to heat the moomin at this time of year and logistics will be difficult, like I don’t really want to take two automotive vee-hickles for this trip but I also don’t want to be left without one for more than a day. Why Dexter’s Pub? Because it was the path of least resistance. After a season of chili lunches, I know in which form factor each pub serves their chili. Bowl and/or cup. Loaded or not. And with what loading ingredients. So he obliged and took me out to lunch. Except I drove and paid the bill. Of course the money all comes out of the same pot, so that point is a bit moot. And I think Conor O’Neill’s has chili but if you go there, get their leek/potato soup!

P.S. News flash! The robin parents are back, the baby has just shat a big poop bag and the parents have carried it off. You wanted to know that, right?

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