A Perfect Wash Day

19 May

We gathered ourselves into a heap, and did the same with the wash, then headed up to the laundromat. Got all that under control and came back to hang most of the things outside. Today was a perfect day for laundry – not too warm, low humidity, and a good breeze. Things smelled s-o-o-o  good when we took them back inside.

We had a couple of errands to run in the afternoon – The Squire had an appointment with the dermatologist, and we needed to go ‘up the country’ to pick up some things for a local homeless shelter. While he was in the doctor’s office I stopped in Wegman’s for cheese; they sell grated sharp cheddar in 5 pound bags, and the way we go through it, it doesn’t last long.  I was looking for matzoh, and discovered they had some Violet Crumble candy bars in the International section. Oh, I do love me some Violet Crumble! These are made by Nestle, but only available – for the most part – in Australia. Other than Wegman’s, the only place we’ve ever found them is in an educational/tourist park called “Kentucky Down Under” which is a bit far to go for a couple of sweets. Never did find the matzoh, though.

When I was walking up to the house to collect the stuff for the shelter I nearly stepped on a tiny baby bird. Poor little mite fell – or was blown – out of the nest. His eyes aren’t even open yet, and The Squire doesn’t think he’ll survive. “Well, you’re probably right, but you know how your wife is.”

“I do, and I’m glad.”

When we got home I fed the bird three little ‘smusches’ of wet cat food on the end of a sliver of wood, while The Squire started taking down the laundry. I’ve fed the bird twice since then, and it seems to be surviving, but we’ll see what the morning brings.

2 Responses to “A Perfect Wash Day”

  1. Garfield Hug May 20, 2020 at 1:21 pm #

    Violet Crumble…a fave indeed! Hard to find it these days. Good of you to spot the little bird and save it. I hope it grows up big and strong. Glad you had laundry done.

  2. tiggerlyss May 20, 2020 at 4:18 pm #

    When I was a child, I had found a baby robin whose eyes had not opened yet. This was in the days before the internet. I found at our library a book that discussed raising baby birds and the recipe they had was a hard-boiled egg with the shell broken down by mortar and pestle. I was able to raise that bird to adulthood and released it back to the wild. I had named him Zorro.

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