I don't know what it is about dental appointments, but they throw me for a loop. Yesterday I submitted to a dental appointment in the name of restoration and saving my teeth. This is a noble idea and I'm all for it, but laying in a dentist's chair, stiff as a board, listening to the whirr of the drill, , smelling hot filling being drilled and sucked away, listening to gurgling suction tubes, convulsively swallowing water dripping down my throat, is exhausting. I have a lovely dentist, don't get me wrong. She is gentle, funny, loves dogs (this is important) and thorough. Both she and I are determined my teeth will last as long as I do. At this rate, they will undoubtedly last longer. But the dental chair is not my favourite place to be, and today, the day after, I'm tired and out of sorts.
So, imagine my delight to find the baby finch resting on the fence. Well, it was delight and terror because he didn't look like he could fly, he was hungry and peeping plaintively for his Momma. Actually, I saw Momma first, with something in her beak, hopping on the top of the fence, clearly agitated by my presence. So what is a girl to do but run to the house and grab the camera with the wonderful new maco lens and start shooting. While I did that, she fed baby, and flew away. Momma came a couple more times with sustenance. Baby sat there on the ledge for a while, and then moved to the crook of the tree branch. Once He moved, I figured he could fly and maybe was just new at it. Momma came back a couple more times checking on him. Then, finally, he was ready to move on. With Momma's encouragement he flew first to the lilac, then across the garden to the apple tree and then...off behind Momma to their new house. Whew. He sure was cute! Fly on little bird.
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