We sang “Happy Birthday” to him and he flew away in confusion.  Trevor is charming and lovely, but still seems like a baby because he does baby things like make baby noises when we’re snuggling and is scared of everything including towels and sheets when I make the bed.

In other news, I’ve become that person at work who is associated with birds.  I’m trying not to fill up the house with too much bird stuff so I save it all for my office, which now has a painting of doves, a watercolor picture of a Great-blue Heron, a mug of a chickadee, a coaster with a sparrow, a purse with a Quetzal on it and owl mittens.  It’s a good thing they like me.

If you’ve ever said to yourself, “I don’t know about Utah.  I bet it’s all a desert.”  You would be wrong.

I’m really starting to love the Aspen trees.

I also saw some birds at the top of one of the mountains.  I think they were American Tree Sparrows.

It’s hard to say because they look so different depending upon the light.  They really liked the Aspen trees.