The Caged Bird...

...this one was not exactly singing.

Now, before you go and call PETA, there's a story. Of course there is right!?! First a little background. The "cage" is really an old egg basket from the chicken house (we live on an old farmstead). The plant inside the basket is a Black Eyed Susan. It's all caged up like that because we have rabbits that love to eat the Black Eyed Susans all the way down to the ground. They especially like the new little growth which is always new little growth if it has to keep growing back from being chomped down. We, however, did not place this poor little bird inside of the cage though. Jim looked out the window this morning and saw it flapping around in there and came and got me with a "you have to see this". As best we can guess, the little guy was hopping around the flower bed hunting for worms and probably squeezed through the one end that had a slightly larger opening where the handle? is. I joked that maybe it just ate too much while inside so it couldn't get out. At any rate, I took a picture (of course) and then we lifted the basket up and it flew away. With a little "cheep cheep" which sounded very much like "thank you!" No harm, No fowl --- pun totally intended!



Today was my day 21 blood draw. The hospital was strangely empty... which is actually a good thing. I ended up having my blood drawn in the ER (since it was a Sunday and the outpatient lab was closed), where I was the ONLY patient. A nurse came down, slid the needle in, got my vile and taped me up - that quick! I really do like this new hospital. They didn't make me fill out any paperwork since I'm already in the system, it was flawless. Nice. I have a nice lump and bruise now but that's a small price to pay to get an idea of what's going on. It was very surreal to be back at the same hospital where I delivered Eli. This time I arrived with a little bit of hope in my heart. We even stopped at the fountain outside and tossed pennies in as we left... kind of therapeutic. I guess it's all about your frame of mind. I could have gone over there with a ton of anxiety and gotten myself totally worked up but I chose not to do that. I am finding that with grief, as with so many other things, it's all about how I CHOOSE to look at it and experience things. It's sure nice that I have that God given freedom of choice.