Sunday afternoon in the South

So I come in from church this morning and Gary's first words to me after he calls me 'Sweet Thing!' is to ask, "How was church?"  My standard answer is, "Wonderful!  I love that little church!"  We do this routine every week I go and it never varies. I adore stuff like this---words to count on that make the days seem steady. Well, and being able to say that church is dishy is pretty cool as well.  But, so far, the Anglican routine is my deal.  Gary favors Alistair Begg and that's just fine. Just wish I'd experienced church like this when I was younger, but not sure if it'd affect me as deeply if that was the case.

Had already taken the younger of the brood to the Presbyterian church last night, which was nice in its vast and contemporary way.  The kids enjoy it and look forward to going.  Can't complain about that.

I got to play with Trigger (who looks like this photo) the baby conure earlier today (can hear him squawking a bit even now).  His huge cage is up on one of our china cabinets, so the bottom of it is just above eye-level for me.  I have to look up at him. He (I say he, but could be a girl) gets in the front corner of the cage and lets us feed him chunky bits of his food and afterward I was able to pet him.  He tucked his little head down, closed his eyes and pressed against the bars as he snuggled against my finger.  Turns out he was hand-fed after he was weaned and isn't afraid of people. And being just short of 3 months old, should be very teachable.  Since he's second son's bird, he'll be the one to do most of the training, but it was sweet to be able to pet his little, soft head.

Nothing much else going on.  I need a nap, so will fade away in a few minutes. The sun is shining into the bedroom window and feels marvelous.  What a nice day

(photo from birdchannel.com)