|my boys' handiwork|
My husband, boys, and I spent Christmas with my parents. We enjoyed some lazy, unhurried days at my childhood home in the country near Astoria, Oregon. Weather ranged from clear and crisp to wet and windy. One morning, while it was still dark, I was woken by a very loud owl, something that doesn't happen where we live! We mostly hung out at the house, my boys putting together new LEGO sets by the warm wood stove, and us eating good meals (that I didn't have to cook!) and far too much delicious chocolate. The kids tried out stringing popcorn, and helped cut out and frost sugar cookies. We also walked along the Columbia River, visited RiverSea Gallery, and patronized the Ship Inn (home of wonderful English style fish and chips) for my older son's birthday lunch. I hit the local bead shop Terra Stones (formerly Bronze Koi Beads) and came home with a few neat finds that will show up in jewelry in the coming year.
|nothing beats playing with new toys by the cozy fire in pajamas!|
And what better way to end the holiday season, than with our own little feel-good story?
On our way back home yesterday, we stopped at a store. When we were about to get back in the truck, my younger son and I both noticed a bird in trouble. A robin had heavy thread wrapped around both its feet and was tangled in the branch of a nearby bush, hanging upside down. Being animal lovers, and knowing we would have some idea of what to do, we couldn't just leave it there. My husband carefully wrapped his denim shirt around the bird to cover and hold it, which kept us safe and the bird calm. I cut the threads bit by bit. The bird appeared to be in good condition, and when we opened the shirt after finishing, the robin quickly flew away. There weren't many people around, so we were glad to be there and help. We imagine it was very happy to be free and get back to its family before bad weather hit that night!
Below are some photos from our Christmas visit. Enjoy!
|mud hens at high tide|
|a lovely winter day in the Pacific Northwest|
|walking the tracks (which haven't been used since trees fell across them in the big storm of 2007)|
|a stormy afternoon|