meaningful moments and old family snapshots

the predator/prey saga continues this morning with the jazzmaster bringing another chipmunk in through the bathroom screen.  olivia and i heard a big clunk coming from the b-room and when we went to inspect we found jazz and the chip on the dining room floor.  the chip was still breathing but lying on it's side.  we couldn't tell if it was simply in shock or mortally wounded. 

so we gave jazz the what-for while she stared up at us unphased and then decided to begin phase I of project chip save.  liv got a towel and i got a box and we carefully scooped the chippy up.  then liv went out to get some grass and clover and such to put in the box so the c-munk would feel more comfy.

and within about 20 minutes we heard scratching and scampering and the little thing was trying to get out of the box. yay us! yay c-munk!

so then we began phase II  of the operation to let the chippy out.  here it is first out of the box:

and then 2 seconds later it hopped real fast back to the fence and it's little underground home.

be free, chipmunk,  and let this be a lesson to keep one eye on the road ahead and one eye out for the evil jazameen.
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ok, now on a completely different note, olivia is sitting with me this morning and looking through a ginormous box of old family snapshots.  i just scanned a few random ones.  these pictures make me so happy/sad.  and i just have one word for you, folks.  friends.  dear reader of this silly blog.   and here it is:

TIME

me and my sister

me

me and peter

olivia

ethan and olivia

xo,

me

material things i like plus death throes which i know is a weird combination

first, here are a few new syuhari things i like: 

and in other news, yesterday was a bad slash good day for small creatures here at casa enhab. first our cat jasmine

aka jazameen

aka jazzie

aka queen of sheba

aka furry critter killer

brought a very large newly dead chipmunk into the house and lovingly laid it out on the floor by the kitchen sink as a little pressie slash offering. i felt both grossed out and weirdly honored. she's been a super-predator this spring.  we have an old house with no screen windows so we use the little flimsy insert screens. jazzie has made convenient "cat doors" aka gaping holes in most all of them so she can wander in and out of the house as she pleases. this makes it super easy to bring in her prey for me. lovely.

then not long after dealing with that unpleasant affair a wee birdie crashed hard into the office window. i ran outside to check it and found something i should not describe here. let's just say i now have an image to attach to the term "death throes." first i burst out in tears. i am fragile as you know. i knealt down with tears dripping to the rocks at my feet and repeatedly apologized to the little thing. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry, sob sob sob" then i made a little cardboard death house so it could die in shade.

but listen to this. now, i know you were not there so you may not be able to visualize the gravity of the situation but let me tell you, that bird was in it's last minutes on planet earth. so i checked it every few minutes and was stunned when i found that it had righted its little self and was sitting fairly calmly. here's a picture:

although i decided this was a minor miracle and maybe even a sign slash gift directly for me (and also little bird-friend, obviously) from the "great beyond" that life does indeed do something other than suck sometimes (i kid...sort of) i still felt there was no way this thing would live. you just should have seen it prior to the above picture. so i continued to monitor it. and then...

then...

what do you freaking know. this is what happened then:

end of story.

thank you for reading all the way through.

gold star.

way to fully commit.

xo to infinity,

me