But the Rapture came and went. Either it was a complete and utter hoax (which it was) or no one was taken to the skies (which is also very likely!)
The boys and I sat around the house, drinks in hand, and enjoyed a wild display of absolutely nothing happening.
Then on Sunday, I mowed the lawn.
Later that day, Russ came in with a Robin Rebreast wrapped in his shirt. The poor dear had gotten his leg tangled in some twine or some such and was flopping around trying to get free. Russ grabbed it, brought it in, and I grabbed some scissors and cut the twine from its leg. Then we took it out and set it free. Hopefully it's OK.
(Poor Baby!)
And that's it for our excitment this week!
