Dear Reader,
It was a fun 'bird' week at the book club. The baby birds in my daughter's back yard were robins. I'm happy to report the robins are happy and healthy and I think, almost ready to head out on their own.
Thank you to everyone who shared a bird story--they were delightful. You might consider expanding on your bird story and enter this year's Write a DearReader Contest. Watch for details later this summer.
Drum roll... Congratulations to last week's bird contest winners: Rachel B., the winner of the drawing for sending in a bird story and Amy B., the winner of the Guess-What-Bird drawing.
When my husband and I were raising our children, we had a spacious, sunny kitchen and there was always a cage off to the corner, with a soft, loveable guinea pig inside. "Screech, screech," the pig would know when we were peeling fresh vegetables and he'd holler (loudly) for his share of the scraps. To this day, whenever I'm peeling fresh vegetables, part of me misses Pig.
Pig would go outside on good weather days. He'd stay close to the foundation of the house and hide in the bushes. It was an every other day ritual, until one day when a huge hawk spotted lunch. I got Pig before the hawk, but that ended his roaming days. Instead, I'd put him outside in his cage. But it just wasn't the same for me; maybe it wasn't the same for Pig either? I missed looking out the window and watching Pig enjoying the outdoors. I imagine he missed feeling the warm grass underneath his bottom and the opportunity to occasionally nibble on a dandelion. And even though Pig might have been thinking, 'I bet I could outrun that hawk,' my motherly instinct knew better.
Over the years, when our children were growing up, we had several pigs because even though we gave each one tender loving care, after four years we'd have to say good-bye. "Guinea pigs don't have a long life span," I remember explaining to a friend one day when I had to cancel our lunch because Pig died the night before.
I think sometimes people feel awkward when they mention their pet is sick or has passed away, because the concern in their voice sounds as if they are talking about one of their children. But in a way, they are--even when they're remembering a guinea pig...."screech, screech."
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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