aka "tulips 'n' bluets".
What, you ask breathlessly? Or, rather, "What?" you ask breathlessly. Usually Mojo agrees that adverbs are expendable, but clearly in this case I simply HAVE to convey--despite the simple fact that words cannot adequately express the GROWING EXCITEMENT you are no doubt feeling--the rising tide of expectation and longing sweeping the country as the Craptacular inches closer and closer to once again becoming a reality.
So Thursday afternoon there was a brief break in the rain, and I ran outside to run some errands, and Mrs. Yellowthroat was off the nest.
As usual, Mojo's worrying (thus far) is all for naught. And what a difference a day makes!
Today (Tuesday) I left the house in the morning. Mrs. Yellowthroat wasn't on the nest, so I took a peek, as is my custom. Three eggs.
I came home mid-afternoon. Mrs. Yellowthroat wasn't on the nest, so I took a peek.
Surprise! No eggs! Just three ugly little spudlings!
The picture's a bit blurry 'cuz I had to run and get the camera and snap their portraits before Mrs. Yellowthroat came back. I'm sure she was glaring at me the whole time, anyway.