You know you have too much time on your hands when you are stalking a family of robins.
This baby robin, with crazy looking feathers who I've been calling "Hopper" has consumed most of my daily thoughts. I honestly worry over him. The dogs go out one by one on leash and at night I bring a flash light because he picks odd spots in the grass of our yard to honker down. So far they've just been curious of him but last year I saw our neighbors chi kill one so I don't want to take a chance.
He hopped up the toddler slide I have for my nephew/niece then sat at the top all proud of himself, it was freaking adorable. Then when I had Jack outside with the Furminator he was hopping up the front steps checking us out demanding worms from me.
If he can just make it a few more days, he should be flying, he's just about there now. I have faith, he is a crafty little dude but just today I chased a fat ass cat out of the yard that was eyeing my birdhouses. We have a family of finches that come back every year.
I suppose his ominous presence that explains the mystery of my broken votive holders that were on the wall close by.