Well, there are no photos yet. There are, but they are on the computer, and I cannot get my copy of Photoshop to install on the new computer. (I have lost the original disc, which I didn't realize until I needed to move it over. Extremely frustrating.) As soon as I resolve that snafu, I can edit the photos for size so that I can get them up here.
In other small news, four tiny baby birds (I think they're wrens) hatched a little over a week ago in Carl's workshop. I got photos of them as wee things with their beaks open and then later, much bigger and now they are big enough to sort of fly around. The mother bird keeps trying to coax them to get out of the workshop, and they do just long enough to go find food (we saw one bringing something back in), but they are determined to stay in the workshop. I can't say I blame them -- it's not as hot as outside, there's all that expansive protection from the rain. Two are flying pretty well. The third is just so-so, and he keeps smacking into things and falling. The last one we've dubbed as little "Hop-a-long" because he hasn't flown anywhere yet. Even his hopping is kinda spastic. I mean, the bird tripped over his own feet. There is not much hope for that one (though I put out birdseed for him.) The first day they were learning to fly, I didn't realize what was going on and I walked into the workshop, thoroughly frustrating the mother (who fled) and scattering all the baby birds. Two headed for the pottery shelves and one of those just kept scooting around on the floor, but one of them landed on the bottom shelf and kept trying to fly straight up... smacking its little head into the shelf above it, falling with a splat onto the lower shelf and then kept doing the same over and over again. All of the other birds were chirping hysterically at that point and I can't decide if they were laughing at him or trying to encourage him to turn around and fly away from the shelf. It's annoying not to speak bird. They are really very cute, though, and they look like they're very comfortable just hanging out in the shop... and they're already accustomed to us walking in there and getting near them. I think we now have pet birds.