As if could get any cooler, the next day, closer inspection revealed this:
But you'll probably wish I had forgone the cell phone camera altogether when you see what my dog brought me:
Thank goodness she was so busy with the gophers that she missed this:
Western Fence Lizard. Found by my younger daughter. In her bedroom. On the floor. Under a pair of jeans. Whereupon it darted under her dresser. Whereupon we declared Operation...um....Lizard Capture. Fortunately, he was lethargic from hanging out in her cool, dark, and laundry-infested room, so after a few brief chases, he was spent. I scooped him up and put him outside in the sun where, like a good little ectotherm, he perked right up.
Today, we took a little field trip to the Safari Park. Afterward, we stopped by the farmstand on the corner, where they have the best Mexican candies--dulces de calabaza, camote, and coco. Yummers. I got cash out at the Park just to buy some.
Only they didn't have any candy today. Instead, they had this:
Codependent No More: How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring for Yourself.
Remember, I told myself. You didn't cause it. You can't cure it.
But my girls hadn't read that book, and when it came time to leave, Andrea blurted, "Isn't there anything we can do??? That little bird is just going to die!"
Then the world went black, and the next thing I know, I'm driving back to Temecula while my girls coo over the baby
Flashforward a couple of hours, some frantic googling, the resultant bowlful of improvised "corvid hatchling food," and--at long and glorious last--a phone call to a beautiful woman whose house it just so happened was both near mine and a satellite center for Project Wildlife, and the little