I don’t know why.
I don’t clip the birds’ wings, despite the risks.
And, now that his wings have grown back, he wants to fly away as far as possible because he is sick of this rancid nest, plus I keep forgetting to feed him his mealworms!
He will forgive me I hope.
I will never clip his wings again.
jmgoyder 
Gorgeous!!! What is he? ~ Lynda
Sorry, Lynda – I thought I’d replied to this. See below!
Beautiful picture. 🙂
Unfortunately I can’t take the credit – it’s courtesy of zemanta.com
He’s gorgeous. What is he?
I’m hoping someone can tell me!
He is simply the best.
True!
A few observations about your blog which of course you can take or leave. For people who only look at their emails once every few days, when they see so many from you, they will delete without reading. Trust me. That’s what I do with the people who flood me with circular emails. I know yours are not tripe like junk emails, but just seeing the name over and over on your inbox is off putting to me. Others might say the opposite, but this is the other side of that.
The other thing is the shock I got when you said that about your son telling your husband about nursing home. I recoiled at the bluntness of it. People will have no idea the heart-searching and aching you are going through, or might even think the entry was a joke. Can you find a way to soften and let the information filter through to your readers, so they see your pain?
I am not pricking your bubble, but I know you want reactions good and bad, especially from me I hope. M.L.
Hi Ma
I have taken all of this on board and appreciate your wise advice. Perhaps, here and there, in a feeble attempt at humour, I have somehow given the wrong impression re my feelings for Husband and Son (the intensity of which is difficult to express).
Also, I don’t want readers to ‘see my pain’; I want them to see the birds.
You have given me food for thought.
Love you
Julie