Lunchtime came, I fed them, cleaned them up, and sit down to eat my own lunch. When I hear the sound of paper being torn.... Well around here when you hear the sound of tearing paper it causes my ears to be a little alarmed. So I quickly jump up to investigate. To my horror serval of the baby birds are happily tearing my vintage patterns to shreds. My temper was sparked. I'm ashamed to say I did some very loud communication. I marched the culprits to the corner and proceeded to to rant about meddlesome children. I happened to glance over at my oldest little Bird and the poor little guy,his eyes were as big as saucers. I'm sure he was wondering what had got into Mammy. It took me a few minutes to cool down but it is safe to say that no one went home with bruised bottoms.:)
It was a day that I went running to my Heavenly Father begging for forgiveness for attitude. Thank The Lord for clean slates. It's a new day. Hopefully today will be better.