Two of the daycare dads showed up as Rick arrived home from work and broke out the chain saw. They both pitched in to help him remove the bigger branches from my car. The Escape suffered only minor dents on the roof thank goodness. The real price it seems, other than a days work taking down the rest of the tree and clearing the yard, is that there was a robin's nest with three less than a week old babies in it. The nest landed still on the branch and upright with all three still in it. That's a tough Doozer construction there. We tried placing the nest in the other tree but it wasn't apparent that the mother would find them. Oh she looked and she cried for them. We finally put them back in the tree they fell out of but are not sure if she found them yet. That tree is coming down today so what to do with those babies? Oh my.
*Holy shitaki mushrooms! I must explain this one. Kevin, my friends seven year old foster son picks up a new phrase usually from a movie and uses it constantly for a month or so. The latest, and it comes out loud and in public often, is "Holy shit, talking mushrooms!" Dang that one is embarrassing. His mother couldn't figure out where that one came from except that Kevin said the movie "Spy Kids". One day Twyla called me from work, "It's SHITAKI mushrooms, Carol!" Oh that kid's a riot!
