Bird Watching

We have birds in our back yard. Many, MANY birds. Their chirping is the soundtrack to my day, starting in the unholy hours of the morning when the sun begins to lighten the sky. They have recently been feasting on the grass seed we laid down in the back yard in our pathetic attempts to resurrect the lawn.

My girls are love the birdies and like to watch them at their antics and like to "help" me chase them off the grass. One recent afternoon, while their dad and I toiled away on the yard, the girls set up shop and it was pretty darn cute.

This last one was my favorite!

Welcome to the Gun Show!

Rather than spend a ton of money going to the gym every day, I decided it would be WAY more fun to build muscles working on my yard. Because dirt and sweat are SOOOOOO attractive, you know.

But, enough about me! Let's see that yard! Woo woo!

This was one of my more brilliant ideas. I needed to mix up dirt for my roses I was planting. Lacking a large wheelbarrow or some such item, I dragged the slide over and used it instead! Genius! (I'm so humble...)

Grow babies! Grow! (My David Austin roses I got for my birthday)

See that trench? You know the one where he's dumping concrete? Yeah. I dug that. By myself. It goes all around the back of the yard. Don't mess with Mama!
Oh, did I mention that I laid the whole stone border myself? Yep. I sure did! Who needs a fancy gym membership when you can lug around concrete, stones, and spend hours crouching over a trench on your knees?!

Leveling the yard. What a good helper she is!

So, yeah, they're out of order.

It's like a puzzle for you to solve.

I want to make sure your brains stay active.

I'm a giver like that.