Silent Sunday

Baby Birds and other Thieves

When I was a little girl my mom always called me a baby bird. Whenever she was cutting up fruits for a recipe or salad, I'd be right there- mouth wide open- waiting for my share.

Guess who has a baby bird of her own now?



One thing that I've realized is that if you want to keep more than half of what you're trying to prepare- you better wait until some kidlets are in bed.

This little guy LOVES him some strawberries!