A what?
Ok, ok, I'm weird. I do have a grandegg.
And I am happy about it.
Check it out.
Today is Ms. Wee's birthday.
She is 20 years old.
I have had her since she was one of these (above).
Last Sunday evening she (unexpectedy) presented me with a grandegg.
She does not have a baby-daddy
but she wanted to sit on the egg anyway.
That's ok.
If she broods it, it helps her NOT want to lay another.
I don't need three or four grandeggs!
She is very protective of her egg.
If the dog walks near, well, dog just better watch out for that needle beak.
If my husband tries to pet her,
His hand is attacked.
But me?
Hah, I can scratch, pet, kiss, hug, touch my grandegg,
whatever I want.
It's called total trust.
My baby knows who loves her!
Ms. Wee likes me to sing her to sleep at night
just before I turn out the lights
at dusk.
"Sleeeeepy little birdie,
sleeeeeepy little birdie"
Yes, I do! And she closes her eyes and lays down her little soft head
on her soft blankie.
And I pamper her because
she has slept standing on her two feet for twenty years!
Like birds do, of course.
But at last she gets to lie down and rest.
And after awhile, when there is no hatch,
she will abandon this egg,
as birds do.
And that's ok.
We will still have each other.
Yes, I'm weird.
But everyone knows artists are weird.
And so are birdie mommys.
Be Blessed Today.
