My Baby Bird

When the Bug was just born I called him my baby bird, because he made baby magpie squeaks while he was sleeping.

Later, when he wasn't sleeping, we took him for long walks in the pram. He seemed to prefer to sleep outside, so I found a CD of Australian bird calls to make his room sound like the outdoors. We fast-forwarded past track seven (the kookaburra) but usually forgot to turn off before track 18 (the bellbird), which would wake him up. Curses!

One of his favorite games is to build nests. We take turns being the baby magpie and the mother magpie. He likes to hatch out of his egg: "Creak, crack....pop! Hello mother magpie, I'm your baby magpie!". It's a good stalling tactic at bedtime.

At the breakfast table he pretends to be a baby vulture or baby pteradactyl sqawking for food. Still heartwarming, if only to a mother pteradactyl. Miss Brown is less convinced!

This sweet sparrow was made by our friend Lynne. It's a pincushion, although, as the Bug announced gravely, "we won't be putting pins in this one". We took it out in the garden yesterday afternoon to find some perches and nests. Thank you Lynne, as you can see we had a lovely time!

Lynne also gave me the sparrow pattern, and I've started making one using the scraps from Deb's Anna Maria Horner fabric. Perhaps for a pincushion. Think of it as bird acupuncture.