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"One-N-Jen" Explained: It started many years ago, I would even say when I was first born. My mother loved the name Jennifer,but the bumps of the 2 N's irritated her. For practical reasons she spelled my name with a single N. I enjoy the artful look of the revised name. The only flaw is that I always have to correct people when they write it. My tale begins on an average day; a day of correction. I was amending my name for the billionth time when I created the masterpiece; an easy way for people to remember the spelling. The ingenuity was a stroke of luck and was an accident. "I am a One-N-Jen," I stated. It was then that the nickname velcroed itself to me. So it is: I am a One "N" kind of Jen.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Rupert




Mom, Amy, and I found a baby sparrow on our driveway today. It fell from its nest and sat passively on the cement. I ran to get the black rubber garden gloves and gently placed him in my hand.

We named him Rupert. He is a tiny bloke and is the size of a silver half-dollar that is stretched into an oval. His feathers are a dull mustard yellow and black wing tips. He has stubby yellow eyelashes and long white, straggly eyebrows.

We went to Zamzow's to see if they had bird food, luckily someone donated baby bird feed to the next customer that needed to take care of a wild bird since they didn't need it anymore. We plan to redonate it back to Zamzow's after we are done with Rupert.


Rupert is astonishingly unafraid of us. He sits on my finger comfortably without any qualms. I can set him down right beside me and he will stay. As soon as I leave he will roam the yard, but if I sat with him he would stay in one place all day. Rupert is becoming an expert aerial navigator. This morning he wasn't able to fly, and now this evening he is able to glide 5 feet.

We lost Rupert in the afternoon. He started wandering the yard and we figured we'd seen the last of him, but then I found him hours later clinging to the honeysuckle on our deck. He let me pick him up and I fed him again. I'm hoping that he will be able to fend for himself and survive now; I will continue to check the yard and feed him if I find him. I put Rupert back on the honeysuckle. I hope to see the little bugger again--he was cute.

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