Obie's birth, birthed a naturalist in me. Thank you Obie.

Obie is moving away and the wildlife, or at least the birds are crying. I am not crying, because I have my own fledglings {or older than fledglings} are still clinging intently upon me. :) I remember my dear baby neighbor, woke me out of a naturalist slumber, upon his birth. I have never seen such a reception before, but then I had not really looked at nature so intently as I did then. Birds from all over the neighborhood condescended upon that house, poor Russ. They made a nest in their attic, but it wasn’t just that. Those birds were trying to see the little fellow and how dear he was to his mother. Maybe they do that everytime a mother has her first. I have always been entirely too busy with my own children to notice such goings on around. Blackbirds and Bluejays were singing on the roof. Mrs. Robin was pecking at the window and the hummingbirds were darting hither and thither as though it was parade or something. What is the matter, I asked them. Obie! Obie is right next door to you and you don’t know him. He and his mommy are so close. We have to see this. I had gone over and I hadn’t seen anything that I hadn’t seen before. He was so intent on Lauren and devoted in his way. Boys always seem like this to me, with their mothers. Mine were, at least. Isn’t she wonderful! Speaking of his mommy. I had certainly had my share of mother child encounters such as this. But it was truly remarkable, how the animals darted in and out of the neighborly scene, just to inspect the happy duo. Now they are moving to a new place and there is not just Obie, but John-David and Caroline came to enjoy quiverly enjoyments with big brother and I can just imagine the romp that they will be all of the bunch. I am grateful to have known them before they got to be precocious as all children get. I will always remember them as infants and nursing babes. God bless that crew, wherever they go. first chats of Obie