Dear (potentially) Angry birds,

I did not say anything when you helped yourself to our grass seed, and I looked the other way when you accidentally crapped on my hammock, because I'm sure this was not an intentional act to gross me out. I'm hesistant to say anything because I like seeing your cute little fluffy bodies hopping about our lawn, and I don't want to spoil the relationship, but stealing our worms? That's just ungracious. Something has to be done. I spied on the birds in the neighborhood with binoculars this weekend. None of our neighbors were crazy enough to be outside in the pouring rain and therefore were not creeped out by my nosy behavior. Sean and I spent a significant time sitting on the front porch. No one does that anymore, eh? You'd be surprised how relaxing it is to hear the rain and listen to the chirping, while checking out the action. Trying to identify their songs with an app on my iPad called iBird was a fun challenge. I might have freaked them out a little by the range of calls coming from the front porch, but the robins hung around out of curiosity I imagine. After a large downpour we would head out with a pail and collect earthworms, or as Aristotle would refer to them- intestines of the earth. I have these cool neoprene boots Sean calls my moose hunting boots to wear. They are fearlessly large boots and I love em! Luck was in our favor this weekend, we walked to the grand opening of our local Rona and were given free flowers to take home. As many as we could carry. We also found a compost someone put out on the street as a giveaway- can you believe it? Sean's dad surprised us Friday night with a delivery of mussels and lobsters we feasted over the entire weekend. Score! Sean was a good sport trying to learn cribbage one night by lantern light. I haven't had so much fun since I was a kid in slush pants and duck boots. All you need is a nice cup of tea to keep warm.