Nova and I were sitting on the sofa yesterday looking at books, when suddenly it sounded like there was a jackhammer up on the roof. Out we went to take a look, and there was a big Northern Flicker pounding on the metal chimney. He flew off, but all afternoon Nova was talking about the "loud birdie up."Here's an old goose who has been hanging around here for the last 30 years or so. I guess that says something about our crazy garden, but she was Amanda's once and I never had the heart to throw her away. And now Nova played with her the same way her mommy once did.
Even a plastic goose has a story to tell...
That is so sweet! It won't be long at all now before Nova starts to string together simple sentences, followed by complex sentences and then on to an endless stream of chatter and questions.
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