Think I might have come up with some inspiration on my own and through an accident. My doves, Midge and Pidge flew the coup a couple days ago. We had a strong wind and I'm thinking that's what blew the door to the cage open. When they "blew away," they left their first set of TWINS! They are just barely a week old today, so guess who gets to hand feed them? Yours truly!

Well, that's how I'd been feeling anyway, until this morning when hubby ran to the pet store for me and bought me the proper formula. It was so much easier feeding them this morning than trying to soften up the bird feed and grind it! For the first time this morning, they both attacked my fingers wanting to be fed. LOL The male had been raising his wing to me since I first started to feed them. That's how the males fight, is by flapping the heck out of any intruder. He never did hit me, but he sure raised his wing to me! LOL The nerve!

When they tried attacking my fingers this morning, I felt that old familiar warm fuzzy cursing through my veins. You know... when something so tiny needs you? AWWWWWW! So I guess I'll be playing surrogate mom for the next week or so. They sure grow up fast!

They're so ugly, they're cute right now. They have one third fuzz, one third pin feathers and the other third is feather trying to open. You wouldn't believe the scales left on my black pants after I feed them. eeewwwww Oh, well! They're my beebeesh, now! Gotta clean 'em up.

What is it that is so dang endearing about something so small and helpless? Does everybody feel like me or is it just me? Should I have been a vet? YIKES! Too close to what my mom wanted "to make out of me."

Wow... I'm rambling. You suppose I'm "full of it" today? LOL

It's time for my babies to get fed, so I'd better shut up.