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…annnd we have winners

As soon as I saw the excellent contributions coming in I knew there must be awards. Over the past couple of days it has rankled me that I couldn’t think of appropriate trophies to give to those whose “chicken crossing muses” are the finest. Now that I have, it amazes me that I didn’t think of the prizes sooner. At least I should have thought of them by yesterday.

For the prizes are: I AM NAMING MY FOUR BABY ROBINS AFTER YOU. That’s right, using a mirror, we have determined there are at least three babies, likely four, they need names, and your highly desirable prize is that one of these beautiful little babies will forever bear your name.

Here goes:

Number 1 Renaissance Guy

Rev. Jeremiah Wright

That chicken crossed the road because it was one of America’s chickens coming home to roost.

Our first robin is therefore a little boy who bears the impressive name of …well, we’ll spare him trouble learning to write his name, and just call him GUY

Number 2 Goodbear

Michelle Obama

“For the first time in my adult life….I’m proud of that chicken”

So our second robin baby is also a boy, and his name is GOODBEAR.

Number 3 EVE

Jesus

If the chicken demands to go to the other side, go with it twice.

A beautiful baby girl in the nest on my deck is now named EVE.

Number 4 and 5 ESTHER and CAROL

I had to declare a tie here for I don’t believe there are five babies in the nest.

Esther

Doubting Thomas

Unless I touch the chicken and feel his feathers I won’t beleive it was a chicken that crossed the road.

Carol

Frank Sinatra

The chicken crossed the road because (music please) “he did it his way.”

So baby number 4 is also a girl with the beautiful name of CAROL ESTHER.

Don’t be hurt if I didn’t select your entry for a prize. That’s all the baby robins I have, but if it turns out there is a 6th baby, I will select one more winner.

Contributions are still solicited for the chicken list. 🙂

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First Pictures of the Babies

I would make proper introductions, but I’m not sure if Mom and Dad have yet named their offspring, and anyway if they have I’ve not been made privy to the information. It was a multiple “birth,”–at least twins, maybe triplets–not positive just yet.

Food seems to be the major concern here at the maternity ward within the snug confines of our deck umbrella. Since our arrival here in Crestline yesterday afternoon, I’ve watched the birds for hours, and have seen that almost constantly one of the parents is flying in with food for the hungry babies.I don’t know if both the mom and dad bring food, but I know they’re both here. At one time I saw them sitting together at the nest. (Not sure, but I think I may have seen cigars in daddy’s pocket. Okay, okay, skeptics, I said I wasn’t sure, didn’t I.)

In the late twilight yesterday when I could barely see, I noted that one of the parents took an evening snack to the nest. Early this morning, I came to watch: Sure enough here came the breakfast run.

I haven’t been able yet to get good pictures because of the angle from which I’m shooting. I’d like to be over the nest and shoot downward, but I can’t do that because of the umbrella. I’m thinking of getting a ladder or climbing onto the table so that I could at least be level with the nest.

The parents are a bit wary of me, though, so I’m taking it slowly. Don’t want to make them too nervous. I’ve heard that if a human touches a bird or a bird nest the mama will desert the nest. Anyone know if that is true or not. (I’m not at all planning to touch the babies–just curious.)

Carol is a social progressive; she has baby doves at her house and already has a family portrait…and she has named hers. Go over and take a look.

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