I was clearing up my blogsite, and came across an old post about Oliver and the birds when he was barely 2. Funny how I was just on the phone yesterday with someone and retelling the story of how my nephew is such a “Disney Princess”, i.e. wild animals come flocking to him whenever and wherever.
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I woke up this morning to see babyboo holding a stick and instructing ‘飞’ (‘fly’ in Mandarin) while waving the tag around at the balcony. He is watching a babybird learn to fly! Tweettweettweettweet, not sure if it is excited or scared. Such chirpy notes.
It is amusing to watch Oliver’s impatience, or excitement, waiting for the hummingbird to lift. It is also hard to grasp if he is cheering birdie on or threatening it – that stick is a cane my mom use on him when he misbehaves.
The mother bird came and they flew off together. My balcony is a forest in the clouds. Standing at 18th floor, it is surprisingly an ideal nursery for hummingbirds and butterflies. Lucky baby got to witness metamorphoses and learning to count through that. From caterpillars to butterflies, watching them emerge over days, and then fly off leaving their empty homes/shells/blankets behind.
via Inner Child July 4, 2016