All of our recent news has been focused on Judah, but in the background other exciting things have been happening. Specifically, our baby bird has defied the odds and is still alive. We can’t believe it! Everything I read and everyone I talked to warned me that most baby birds do not live when they’ve been rescued by humans. So I kept warning the children that they should be prepared every morning for the bird to die. Instead, the bird has been getting bigger and more active, and he’s growing feathers!!! He is now nine days old.

Today was the first day that all of the trained bird feeders were going to be out of the house, so we had a dilemma. Since all of us were going to church, what should we do with Frizz? I supposed that he would probably live if we didn’t feed him for the three hours we would be gone, but ever since he’s been adopted by our family, he has eaten every 20 minutes or so from morning to night. (At night time he has to sleep through the night, since we figured he’d have to do that in the wild, too.) Finally I decided to just take him to church with us. Since Frizz is so noisy, it wasn’t an option for him to go into the actual church building, so we cracked the windows of the van, put his little bed down on the floor in the shade, and Isaac ran out every 20 minutes to feed the critter. No doubt there were folks who rolled their eyes at our nonsense, but I know one little bird who was very grateful he was adopted by an eccentric family who didn’t mind taking him to church.

As Frizz is growing and sprouting feathers and opening his eyes, we are trying to make ourselves believe that he is cute. But the glaring fact is that he is NOT cute at all. He’s downright ugly. Do you think perhaps he looks like a Pterodactyl? Whatever he looks like, I’ve decided he has a face that only a mother could love.