Therapy Birds

Kirk has physical therapy on Tuesdays, and they often play outside:

The four year olds were playing in the backyard, and I greeted Kyrie at the front door and let her out to play along the irises.  She toddled out to where Kirk was working, and around him, and I followed her as she walked around the cars and into the grass and back again.  She walked over to the fence to chat at the children in the backyard, shouting, “An-bah! An-bah!  An-bah!” It made me laugh.

That’s when I saw something fall right in front of her, and she saw it, too.

In slow motion, I watched her bend down, pick it up, and put it in her mouth.

I was right behind her, but raced to dig it out of her mouth.

And then I gagged.

It was a little baby bird.

The egg had fallen from the tree right in front of us, and she popped the whole thing in her mouth, biting off the egg shell.

Goodness, that girl.  And you’re welcome for the picture.

I got it away from her, and cleaned out her mouth best I could, and cleaned off her hands.

But then I showed her the bird again in a bowl, and told her it was a baby bird.

She said, “teep teep teep my baby teep teep teep my baby,” and tried to pat the bowl like she does her baby dolls.

Anber and Barrett were super excited about it, too.  Barrett didn’t want to get too close, and Anber wanted to put it under her pillow for the tooth fairy.

Kirk was grossed out, and only Alex realized it had died since it fell out of the nest and broke its shell.

It’s spring, you guys, and life is everywhere.

בָּרֲכִ֥י נַפְשִׁ֗י אֶת־יְה֫וָ֥ה יְהוָ֣ה אֱ֭לֹהַי גָּדַ֣לְתָּ מְּאֹ֑ד הֹ֭וד וְהָדָ֣ר לָבָֽשְׁתָּ׃

עֹֽטֶה־אֹ֭ור כַּשַּׂלְמָ֑ה נֹוטֶ֥ה שָׁ֝מַ֗יִם כַּיְרִיעָֽה׃

הַ֥מְקָרֶֽה בַמַּ֗יִם עֲ‍ֽלִיֹּ֫ותָ֥יו הַשָּׂם־עָבִ֥ים רְכוּבֹ֑ו הַֽ֝מְהַלֵּ֗ךְ עַל־כַּנְפֵי־רֽוּחַ׃

עֹשֶׂ֣ה מַלְאָכָ֣יו רוּחֹ֑ות מְ֝שָׁרְתָ֗יו אֵ֣שׁ לֹהֵֽט׃

יָֽסַד־אֶ֭רֶץ עַל־מְכֹונֶ֑יהָ בַּל־תִּ֝מֹּ֗וט עֹולָ֥ם וָעֶֽד׃

תְּ֭הֹום כַּלְּב֣וּשׁ כִּסִּיתֹ֑ו עַל־הָ֝רִ֗ים יַֽעַמְדוּ־מָֽיִם׃

מִן־גַּעֲרָ֣תְךָ֣ יְנוּס֑וּן מִן־קֹ֥ול רַֽ֝עַמְךָ֗ יֵחָפֵזֽוּן׃

יַעֲל֣וּ הָ֭רִים יֵרְד֣וּ בְקָעֹ֑ות אֶל־מְ֝קֹ֗ום זֶ֤ה ׀ יָסַ֬דְתָּ לָהֶֽם׃

גְּֽבוּל־שַׂ֭מְתָּ בַּל־יַֽעֲבֹר֑וּן בַּל־יְ֝שׁוּב֗וּן לְכַסֹּ֥ות הָאָֽרֶץ׃

הַֽמְשַׁלֵּ֣חַ מַ֭עְיָנִים בַּנְּחָלִ֑ים בֵּ֥ין הָ֝רִ֗ים יְהַלֵּכֽוּן׃

יַ֭שְׁקוּ כָּל־חַיְתֹ֣ו שָׂדָ֑י יִשְׁבְּר֖וּ פְרָאִ֣ים צְמָאָֽם׃

עֲ֭לֵיהֶם עֹוף־הַשָּׁמַ֣יִם יִשְׁכֹּ֑ון מִבֵּ֥ין עֳ֝פָאיִ֗ם יִתְּנוּ־קֹֽול׃

מַשְׁקֶ֣ה הָ֭רִים מֵעֲלִיֹּותָ֑יו מִפְּרִ֥י מַ֝עֲשֶׂ֗יךָ תִּשְׂבַּ֥ע הָאָֽרֶץ

Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment:
Who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters:
Who maketh the clouds his chariot:
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.
Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains.
At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them.
Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth.
He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.
They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst.
By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches.

~ Psalm 104

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I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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