It’s wildlife baby time, and tonight this one was visiting our rock garden. I borrowed my hubby’s camera and spied on the fluffy fledgling for a while, until mama robin showed up with a nice tasty worm. All is right with this robin’s world.

At the wildlife rehab centre (Wild ARC) where I now spend my Friday evenings, one of the things the volunteers do is feed baby birds, and I love seeing them up close. One week there was a tiny chickadee that you had to feed with a tiny yellow syringe tip. The next week we had a nestling crow that could have fit the entire chickadee in its big gaping mouth. It was like feeding a baby pterodactyl.

Meanwhile, over in Beacon Hill Park, Victoria’s famous Bitchy Bees knit night had its own run-in with wildlife this week, as pushy grey squirrels attempted to extort cookies from our ranks. I wish I was able to make it out to the knit nights more often, but I always seem to have some kind of conflict on Tuesday nights. I’m shoutin’ out to Mary, one of the Bees’ awesome leading lights, who discovered my blog via . . . wait for it . . . Dana’s blog, another fellow knitter who I met through Robin, who’s blog I discovered while searching for knitting groups in Victoria. It’s perfect that Mary found me through Dana, since I originally heard about the Bitchy Bees when Mary left a comment on Dana’s blog. Got it, people? Anyway, Mary, glad you found me!

And the headline? Birds and Bees was just too easy.