I love birds. The 4th of May is Bird Day. So, I celebrated in an owl-fit I made from scratch. Me, myself, and I. =) How fun!!! Well, I made the dress and sign and bought the socks and hat.

I love owls and thought… I’ll make some Easter owls… (chocolate cupcakes that look like owls)… here is how / what I did:

Step 1 — Got all my supplies ready

Got all my supplies ready...

Step 2: Mix the cake mix

Step 3: Grease and flour cupcake pan

Step 4: Fill and bake muffins (according to directions)

Step 5: Cool and decorate!

All in fun! Woot! Today, I’ll be making chick-deviled eggs!

I might be wrong by Radiohead

xx

Birds and books… and well, yes… we know…

Original Source: Contemporary Earth Art from Etsy

“You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent their making a nest in your hair.”

— Chinese Proverb

I suppose this is sound advice but isn’t it necessary to allow them to land amongst us and keep us a company awhile, every now and then?

Don’t You Remember by Adele

Birdmad Girl, originally uploaded by Anita Mejia.

This girl has got a smile
That can make me cry
This girl just burns with love
She’s burning burning deep outside

Night time night time
Sets my house on fire
I’ll turn into the melting man
I’ll lose my life
To feel I feel desire

Oh I should feel
Like a polar bear
Like a polar bear
It’s impossible

She flies outside this cage
Singing girl-mad words
I keep her dark thoughts deep inside
As black as stone
As mad as birds

Wild wild wild
And never turn away
Sends me all her love
She sends me everything
She sends me everywhere

Oh I could be
A polar bear
Oh I could be
A polar bear
But it’s impossible

I try to talk
The sky goes red
I forget
So fill my head
With some of this
Some of that
Some of every word she said

Oh I should be
A polar bear
But it’s imposible

– Lyrics (The Cure)

Birdmad Girl by The Cure

You can purchase this song by clicking on this cute little handy button .

…a good pair of rainboots and stripey socks can’t handle…no road too broken, no hill too high, no sadness too deep, no situation too mussed.

© BeNonsensical.com / Crowgyrls.com

Oh, the road gets so bumpy and rain falls. Good thing I love rain, love, love, love it. And bumpy roads make for great photographs, don’t they? I will move forward through the muddy times, through the sadness, through the tears and find new photographs to take, new books to read, new friends to make, new adventures, new cubbies to explore.

Life is all about the cobblestone and rubber boots. It is all about the rain and the struggles and the unexpected connections. It is about the frailty and exposed state of being exactly who you are…

Did you know crows are a lot like humans in how they socialize with one another? According to the Humane Society,

Offspring spend up to six years with their parents, helping to care for subsequent nestlings and learning parenting skills. Most crows do not survive past the first year of life. Those who do survive often live 17 years or more. (The oldest known wild American crow was 29 years old.) [This is the equivalent of human youth staying with their parents through their teens and longer!] The groups of crows in your backyard are extended families, usually numbering six to nine, which gather into larger groups to roost, a practice that protects them from predators.

So, it makes sense that crows are so protective, cawwing and swooping when you come near their family members or that they remember when you were standing by a crow that died or if you harm or threaten a crow. It makes sense why a mother crow would seem absolutely crazy flying straight towards you despite your ability to harm her—just to protect her young.

I say to the mother crow, good for you, fearlessly love them while you can!

I feel crow-like this week, this month, this year, this life. I feel fiercely protective and unable to resist the urgent rise of worry that forms as inherently in me as breath. And I am swooping, hovering, and crazed in my attempts to keep you safe. I’m tired but never too tired. Never too tired but sometimes alone. Perhaps I’ll tell it to the crow…maybe they can understand.

The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is so profoundly sad. It is causing widespread damages that we cannot even begin to access or understand accurately. It is such a shame. And most people feel so helpless… what can we do?

Well, when 5th grade Olivia Bouler heard about the oil spill in the place she vacations with her family, she sat down to write a letter with an offer to help the birds…

http://www.aolartists.com/profiles/olivia-bouler/

And so began “Save the Gulf” operation between Olivia, her drawings and the Audubon Society. As of today, June 11 2010, she has helped raise over $80,000 to help rescue the birds from the oil spill still happening. You can read the news story here. Or visit her AOL artist site and enjoy her drawings here. And you can donate to help save the birds here.

http://www.aolartists.com/profiles/olivia-bouler/

It only takes a willingness to help. And one person can make a difference. Thanks Olivia… you give hope to the future! I look forward to seeing you become an Ornithologist one day. The birds are lucky to have you!

(Originally posted elsewhere on one of my other sites for birds. However, I felt it worthy to share as many places as possible.)

This is such a fun game! You should play…it is available on iTunes as an iApp.

Angry Birds

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