My killdeer have returned. Is that plural? Like deer? Two families have taken up residence this year. I think Hildy and Henry are back, because they don't seem to be afraid of me. Only two eggs this year. In one of my gardens. Thank goodness I didn't step on them or hit them with the hose. They are really hard to see unless you are looking for them.
Henry is okay with me being close by and working in the garden. He keeps his distance, but doesn't bother to play injured for my benefit. Hildy, on the other hand, stood her ground and fussed at me for daring to be near her eggs. She chirped and fussed and I just talked right back, pointing out to her that her choice of nesting area was better than last years, but was still ripe with peril for her offspring.
I will be surrounding the eggs with some rocks to prevent an accidental crushing of the eggs. They may look like stones, but the shell is just as delicate as any other eggshell.
The mad rush to Memorial Day continues with endless projects to complete. The weather seems to be cooperating and the mower is working. All should be right in my world.
I got a call from my dad yesterday. He was just diagnosed with stomach cancer. No prognosis yet. My heart is heavy as I start the waiting game. I wish I could be there with my Daddy .........