Taking the Scenic Route

An often repeated scene.  *sigh*

Mom and Dad came to visit after church yesterday to see if the Olds could be saved.  It will take a new radiator, battery and fan.   The battery is around $40, but we don’t know what the other things are.  Dad is going to check at salvage yards for us and then we will decide if it is worth fixing it.  I hope the Pontiac hangs in there until we are financially stable enough to replace it.  Right now the car seats in the car are actually worth more than the car. lol.

They were both pretty tired from a hard week, so they didn’t stay terribly long, but took some time to snuggle with the kids a bit, watch Zane build some roller coasters on Roller Coaster Tycoon, and chat for a bit.  It was nice to talk to them because I haven’t been able to call them since my voice went away.  Although I am starting to squeak out some words today, yesterday I was still pretty limited to whispering. 

Today, as we were leaving the house for ST, we noticed the nest was knocked off the tree.  We put it back into the tree and looked for the birds, hoping they didn’t become a cat’s lunch.  We found them, shivering, on the ground.  Zach didn’t want to touch them with his hands because the mama might not accept them with “human” all over them, so we ran inside, put some socks on as gloves, and carefull lifted each of the birds back into the nest.  Zach took the kids to therapy, and I stood just inside the door, watching, waiting to see if the parents would come back or not.  In the half an hour I stood there, they returned three times, so I am pretty confident that all is well for now. 

The four babies, back in the nest.  (that 5th odd egg never hatched btw)