We have a new addition to our family. Oh Happy Day. Let me tell you the story, because I know you’ll be fascinated.
Mollie was visiting her Nan at the farm. My nature loving girl, who at the age of 2, declared to all and sundry that she was going to be a farmer when she grew up. Nan did not live on a farm at that stage, so who knows where that came from? So any chance she gets, she hits the farm. She quad bikes, she gets on the ride on mower, she rakes grass, she feeds chooks, she collects leaves…whatever can be done on a farm, she’s there. A couple of months ago one of the cows gave birth: Mollie witnessed this amazing event and the calf was named ‘Mollie’ in her honour.
So, this afternoon, Mollie noticed Ben (the dog) was up to no good. On closer inspection, he was trying to eat a baby bird. Mollie rescued the poor little thing from the very jaws of death. She shooed the dog away, lovingly cradled the bird to her chest and willed it to live. It did. Unlucky for me. She’s just arrived home, birdcage in hand, seed and water trays overflowing everywhere, begging me to let her keep it.
Me: why can’t the bird live at the farm? That’s what farms are for.
Mollie: *in great theatrical style* because Ben will murder it!
Me: and that’s my problem because?
Mollie: Mum, it’s part of nature, it deserves to live. I rescued it, it’s my responsibility.
Me: *sighs* What’s its name?
(wait for it)
What could I say to that?
(Miracle is sleeping at the moment. I will take a photo tomorrow, if he lives that long, and post it for your viewing pleasure. He is actually quite a sweet little thing).