To the contrary I've been quite busy and also a little bummed, enough to where I've not felt inclined to post much of anything here. I'm bummed because we lost all four of the little sparrow chicks. When we lost the first and even to a slight degree when we lost the second one I chalked it up to natural selection, as they were both on the small side despite our attention; but the last two came as a shock. I had checked on them that morning before going to work -- they were fine. A few hours later my daughter called frantically exclaiming that both birds were dead. I asked her to put my wife on and she confirmed it. My heart sank and I've been analyzing their short little lives every private moment my mind has gotten since. In the end I tell myself that "we did the best we could", "that my wife, daughter, and I aren't professional rescuers." My wife especially shouldered much of the effort, in fact she had invested so much and had seen how attached the kids had gotten to them -- my Autistic son even exclaims "baby birds" to this day when he sees pictures of them, that she asked me not to do that again. I know... I know... Nobody can say that those little birds weren't loved.

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