The chickadee nest in our bluebird box, with eggs (photo by Katydid)
I had nothing to do with the "theme" of this week. It was a force of nature. Farmerboy, Pip, and Pop all suddenly decided that birds were fascinating and wanted to tag along on all Katydid's nature walks, keep their own nature journals, listen to bird call CDs, and color bird notebook pages.
Pip's cardinal page
So of course I was happy to oblige.
The kids also took a "night" nature walk (really, dusk) along the edge of the treeline in the field to listen for night birds. Pip and Pop started out with Katydid and Farmerboy, but soon decided that it was "too scary" and came home for ice cream. Katydid and Farmerboy came in later and reported that the only night bird they'd heard was a screech owl, but that was apparently exciting enough.
One morning a bird hit the dining room window while I was eating breakfast. This in itself is not an odd occurrence -- even though I put things up in the window to make it look less like a fly-through. But when I got up to see if the bird was all right, I saw a bird I'd never seen before.
A common yellowthroat. And for a size comparison:
Yes, that's a Duplo brick someone left outside on the patio. Tiny, tiny little bird. The little boys all drew it for their nature journals, then colored a coloring page of the bird.
The same day we read the section about Baltimore Orioles from The Handbook of Nature Study because...
... the crabapples and wild apple trees are blooming. (Photo by Katydid) The orioles always come back when the apple trees bloom. Katydid informs me that she has heard an oriole, but we haven't seen one yet.
My personal favorite part about the crabapple in bloom (apart from the fragrance, which is phenomenal) is standing beneath it and listening to the steady hum of honeybees working the blossoms overhead.
Wild apple blossoms in the woods (Photo by Katydid)
We did a little math this week, and we read more of Our Island Story, and Gareth continued to read 1066: The Year of the Conquest instead of being interested in birds, and Katydid worked on about three different books that she's writing, and I sorted through all my writing and was pleasantly surprised to find that even though I have produced very little over the past five years, some of it is Not Too Bad, and by the weekend, all the kids had developed another cold with a wicked cough, and Sunday morning we woke up to find a dusting of snow on the ground when we had spent all our time before thinking about birds and eggs and flowers.
But mostly this week was about spring time. And our spring time girl...
... turned 11! Happy Birthday, Katydid!