Coming, Going and Being Counted

Our Mamma Wren and Babies Have Left the Nest

Thursday was an extremely busy day at Our Little House. I had a lot of writ­ing work to do and I had for­got­ten that Buddy, our fos­ter Beagle, we adopted out a few weeks ago was com­ing for a visit.

Although his name is no longer Buddy, his new owner calls him Arkie. The gen­tle­man who adopted Buddy, er, Arkie, wanted to attend his 65th high school reunion. He asked me if he should board our boy at the vet, but I told him ken­nel­ing a dog is the most stress­ful option. I had vol­un­teered to watch Arkie any­time he wanted to travel, so I invited him for a stay, which will last about a week this time. We will also have him back at the end of the month for a cou­ple of weeks.

After being sniffed soak­ing wet by the Fearsome Four, Arkie got back into the rou­tine he knew dur­ing his six weeks with us.

When I looked out onto the cov­ered front porch, I real­ized that our lit­tle nest of wrens had found their wings and were gone. We had noticed the mother bird had removed the top of the nest ear­lier this week and we knew the time was near.

I hope they do alright,” Dale said when he called at lunch.

As duti­fully as their momma took care of them in the weeks on our porch, I’m sure they were given all of the proper skills to cope in this big bad world.

When I started walk­ing back to the Belle Writer’s Studio after lunch, a red car came slowly down the drive.

It was our local cen­sus worker. We hadn’t filled out our form. For some rea­son, we had never received it. He also wanted me to be the “proxy,” or per­son who cer­ti­fies that the rest of the homes on our road are not occu­pied full time.

He was from a neigh­bor­hood nearer the fire sta­tion. When I gave him our names for the cen­sus, he said, “Oh, I’ve heard of you, you’re the writer. I’ve always wanted to meet you.” His girl­friend is an occa­sional par­tic­i­pant in our bookclub.

It’s always fun being rec­og­nized as a writer.

I thought the cen­sus tak­ing was appro­pri­ate for the day: One came in; five flew out and two were offi­cially counted.

Did you com­plete your cen­sus? Why or why not?

8 Responses to “Coming, Going and Being Counted”

  1. Brandy says:

    Thats nice you offer board­ing for your fos­ters. i shows you really care.
    we only have two pups but we board a friends dog when she goes out of town. she knows hes loved and hes a good friend of my Carlie and that tires him out so my JD can relax some.

    • Brandy, We've only done the one fos­ter so far. If we do many more, I don't know if I could offer to have them all come and stay with us. We do care about Buddy/Arkie and he's great to have around!

  2. Kathleen Winn says:

    We too have offi­cially been counted, filled out our form and found it quite sim­ple. Glad the baby birds have set off into the world. Must be nice to have Buddy/Arkie home for a visit!

  3. Phillis Godwin says:

    LOVED the article.….….….…

  4. After doing some work on our roots, I found the cen­sus most help­ful. If for no other good rea­son (such as assist­ing the schools, local gov­ern­ment, Congressional count, etc.) for par­tic­i­pat­ing in the cen­sus, it is a good his­tor­i­cal record.

  5. Alexandra says:

    Loved the punch line! Yes, we did com­plete the cen­sus when the cen­sus worker came round. I was actu­ally happy to be counted since I missed sev­eral cen­suses when I lived in France.