Updates on 'the husband' and 'the bird'

Nick is home with me again tonight, having cancelled his bible studies. He found that the talking and singing at last night’s study put some strain on his stitches, and his face is slightly more swollen this morning. He felt it best to take the night off and heal up a bit, and I agree wholeheartedly! He’s not in pain, thankfully. Our pigeon is still alive and kicking. He didn’t eat very much during the day, but I managed to give him some water at regular intervals, and then after our supper I tried some more white bread and he ate a fair bit of it. He manages to either peck it off the ground or take it from my hand, but it seems that he has to be in the mood. He spent a lot of time outdoors today, chasing after the other pigeons in the back yard, trying desperately to get one of them to feed him. It was a pathetic sight really to see him running around, wings out, whining at them and trying to get at their beaks, while they quite simply ignored him and carried on feeding. Then he would stop and stare after them as they ran off in another direction. Poor thing.

I had my craft class at Pillings today, in which we made felt finger puppets. Some of the kids just fly with the crafts, while other kids were quite helpless and couldn’t thread the needle, didn’t know how to stitch, couldn’t get the needle through the felt, couldn’t remember how to do the double stitch to begin and end, and if they had their way, I would have made the whole thing for them. Anyway, the class on the whole was really great, and they’re a lovely bunch of kids. During the late afternoon, Nick took the boys up on the mountain again to gather more broken bits of pottery, as we want to make a mosaic table top. The boys love going up, and come down with all sorts of antique junk.