Remember that young bluebird I told you about from the spring brood? He hung around the house moping, hanging on the windows, tapping the glass. A scrawny little guy. Well, even though young, scrawny, small and not so good-looking, he found himself a mate (she’s bigger than him), they moved into the bird house he had only recently fledged from and, well, you know “the birds and the bees,” and they’ve got chicks in the house. He’s still wacko. When the female flies to the house with food for the chicks, he zips along with her kind of like a fighter escort smashing into the windows and protecting his family from…well, his reflection. He’s so obsessed that it keeps him form carrying his share of bugs to the chicks. Then too I think it may have distracted him at a crucial moment this week when one of the chicks “bailed” from the house too early. He was way too small and could only skim along the grass for three or four feet. He was, as The Princess said, “a brave little guy,” but probably kind of nuts, like his dad. That happened late in the day, and by the next day we weren’t sure what had become of him, but he was no where to be found.
There are probably some lessons to be learned here. Some of you are already saying, “This is what happens when kids have kids!” Others might say, that that idiot father let his macho self-image distract him (you know like the guy who’s constantly brawling in bars). Then there’s those who’ll say, well, you can only do so much, and at a certain point it’s up to the kid (the Pontius Pilot group).
What I’d say is that fathers do the best they can. They come into fatherhood with all their own hang-ups, issues, perhaps talents, and some maturing left to do of their own. They do what they think is right (even if they may be “nuts”), and after that its a “crap shoot.” I so wanted to help that chick that left too early, but The Princess was right, “Don’t interfere.” Fly like crazy little birds, to the trees maybe even the stars.
THIS JUST IN FROM PONY CENTRAL
I spent 5 hours out at Gene’s yesterday and made some good progress. I’ve been working so much in my own garage over the last several weeks that I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I went out to visit the Pony. Look at this.
Yeah, a spider had actually spun his web across the door into the garage, thinking that since nothing’s going on there, I might as well go ahead and lay down some serious web. Don’t worry, arachnophobia didn’t keep me from breaking through. Here’s a series of photos of the day’s work.
This work was all aimed at allowing me to reinstall all that steering gear I’ve been working on. As you can see, I’m now ready to paint that left side of the front end. Good thing too that I bought some yellow paint this week, because I plan to paint the hub and wheel. In spite of the fact that some yahoo brushed red paint on the Pony’s the wheels, they’re supposed to be yellow.
Have a wonderful week everyone, happy Fathers Day and thanks for reading.