Yesterday, the girls made a discovery in the backyard. A dead bird. Elle immediately named her Cutie and then shortened to Cute, simply because she was so cute (gross). I went out to inspect the bird just to make sure she really was dead...and she was. A few minutes later I looked outside only to find Elle and Wade with chairs right beside Cute.
Then Elle felt the need to draw a memoir of Cute, with the word sad, because it was so sad that Cute died.
Brandon didn't get to see Cute until this morning. He took the kids over to Grandpa's to get some shovels. It's nice to have a Grandpa close by that has shovels for EVERYONE.
Brandon shoveled up Cute to the front side of our house and they made a hole and put Cute in it. Elle and Bryn made Valentines for Cute that needed to be part of the burial.
And they sealed the deal with flowers.
Lots...
of flowers. RIP Cute. We don't know how you died, but you were loved because you died in our backyard and 2 girls found you there.
4 comments:
This post makes me so sad - thinking about all of those dead birds who died not in your backyard where they can be appropriately loved in death is just too much.
Wow! You guys really do a great funeral.
And remind me to get Wade some new rain boots.
Looks like it was a great burial. Cute. What a great name.....nice boots Wade.
lol... Brandon looks real happy to be digging a hole for that bird,
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