Ella still loves ballet class and would love to go more than once a week. This week she came home and told us she learned to do a Tondu, never having taken ballet I thought for sure she was saying this wrong but lo and behold it is an actual position (gotta love the internet, such a wealth of information)
ignore the boy behind the curtain!
So yesterday I am in the kitchen and I hear Caleb coming to the back door talking very excitedly as he opens the door I see he is holding a pigeon. Slightly loosing it because I know pigeons are dirty birds I scream" put that down!", he almost cries and explains that it is hurt. He tells me how he found it and that it can't fly it just kept falling down and we have to help it.As I get the bunny cage I am thinking why me why do I have to deal with hurt pigeons, as a child I never felt the need to pick up a hurt bird.
Understanding that Caleb is a tenderhearted animal lover I get the bird all set up in a cage with some water and promptly call R who answers all my animal questions. She confirms my fears that the pigeon may not be hurt, but may be diseased ( by the way it was acting I believed this to be true) and will probably die...GREAT! I made C wash his hands...twice all the way up to his elbows.
Yes when we checked the pigeon after dinner he had in fact died, nothing like a lesson in dying after dinner. Caleb took it well
