Monday, May 18, 2009
CAN A CAMERA RUIN THE MEMORY?
We had the best weekend. It was busy and productive and full of laughter. My son and his children were here. On top of a multitude o projects, Sunday morning was designated as the time to clip the wings of our spring chicks.
To make a long story short we ended up with Ryan and me catching the chicks, holding each one for Ron to clip the wings (we call it a manicure because it's like cutting fingernails), Ron handing each chick out the window to Tandy and Dillon. (Where was Beth? Still asleep recovering from her surprise 13th birthday party).
Ryan is 16, he over 6' tall, very skinny and still a bit awkward adjusting to his height after each growth surge. I will never forget the sight of his serious and successful efforts to catch each chick. I wished for a camera until I realized standing there filming would have kept me from recording the memory in my mind forever. Sometimes when we take the pictures to share with others, we lose the moment for ourselves.
Speaking of pictures, the above photos are the last ones of David and Goliath before they moved out of the hen house.
And, speaking of pictures again, be sure and go to Sliding Through Life and looking at Rachel's latest cake. Talk about a "fish story"!