The first photo is proof that miracles happen! My children cooperating and cleaning the kitchen together. Well, technically it's a photo of CLAY cleaning and Paige freaking out that the "blog papparazzi" is getting a picture of her in her headgear. Wah wah wah.The second photo is of a little bird that was stuck inside the pool enclosure. Clay went out and chased the poor thing around for a while, and finally caught him. Yes, caught him. Clay is the bird whisperer. Really. Who remembers the little finch that Clay caught - which lived happily with our female finch and had several generations of little baby finches (which we then had to find homes for). We named them Romeo and Juliet. But I digress - the point is, Clay CAUGHT that little bird too! Then there was the time a neighbor's parrot got out and was in our yard. The man tried and tried to get the bird to come to him and it wouldn't. He went home, and Clay went out in the yard with some grapes in his hand and just sat there talking to the bird. That bird flew right into his hand, calm as could be. So you see why I call Clay the bird whisperer. I figure it is just a matter of time before....
