I tried my best to wait but I did rush in to see her that day!
Babies name is Birdie Patrica , named in part for her grandmother (my mom Patricia) her Cree name is Pyesis (Bird ) her dad is Cree.
Anyhow, I wrote a poem for Tara, when we found out she was expecting, and it was posted here.
Well after meeting Birdie, another poem came to me.
I have had an odd relationship with birds of late, with a raven hanging around very close to the house over the past year or so since mom passed, also Eagles and owls staying near and gracing my presence more than usual.
I guess they were trying to tell me something!
Not all the photos are mine, I have scoffed some from family off of Facebook
Ecstatic Grandmother ! Nana Heather !
Great Auntie Sherry , Great Uncle Martin
The beautiful little family
Already the apple of her dads eye!
Great Grandpa Ron!
Loving Auntie Dee
Great Great Auntie Elsie
Me and "my" girls my heart is full
And here is the poem
A little Bird Story
The raven and crows chuckled out their delight
Staying just out of reach
But not out of sight,
They would laugh and tease
A secret they knew
A secret I asked?
No, we won’t tell you!
An eagle soared high
And the grouse started drumming
What’s it all about?
There’s a miracle coming!
A single white feather drifted to the ground
The message it brought
there is hope to be found!
Excitement and joy in all far and near
Be patient, said wise owl
The times not yet here
Then suddenly, magically
On a morning, so bright.
The Chickadees sang their song of delight!
And what did the little birds sing on that day?
That Birdie Patricia, had come home to stay!
That is all for now .
Stay safe friends!