Jennifer Pearce

Hi there! My name is Jennifer and I am one of the newest members to MomTalk and JustKiddin'. I am a 40-year-old mother who works outside the home. I live with my husband of eleven years and our two young daughters. After being a stay-at-home-mother for six years, I re-entered the workforce when my husband was briefly unemployed. When he returned to work, I chose to keep working due to economics and the age of my daughters at the time. I now work as the advertising manager of a community newspaper and appreciate how working has gotten me much more involved in my community. However, I often miss the opportunity to spend more time with my daughters, or to volunteer more time with their school and activities. My older daughter is a 10-year-old fourth grader, and my younger daughter is a 6-year-old kindergartener. Their many activities and my husband’s complicated work schedule make scheduling our number one family challenge. He works a rotating shift in a retail store that includes many nights and weekends. We struggle to preserve our time together as a family and make the most of it, while still finding time to accomplish our individual goals and pursue our favorite interests. My interests include reading, writing and photography. I love taking family photos and completed a Project 365 in 2010, taking a photo a day for the year. It was a wonderful experience to document our life for a year and appreciate all the little pieces of it. I am currently working to put the 365 pictures into a scrapbook…if I can just find the time. I look forward to sharing our journey with you here on JustKiddin'!


Baby Bird Update

In my last post, I wrote about adopting an abandoned nest of baby birds after school one day. There were six total and then we lost a couple after several days. The rest continued to eat and grow well as of my last update. We did a lot of research online and interviewed experts to try and take the best care possible of these birds, but the most common piece of information we got from every single source was that it is nearly impossible to hand-raise wild birds. Actually, strike “nearly.” Most, if not all, sources indicated that it is completely impossible to hand-raise wild birds, but they were on our porch and in our care, so what else could we do but try?

Along with working to find the perfect mix of food to dispense through our little eyedropper, I also spent an equal amount of time preparing the boys for the inevitable deaths of all of our little charges. Ugly as they were, the boys had grown quite fond of them, Thayer in particular.  He’s always had a natural heart for beasts of all kinds and been far more inclined to mistreat another human than an animal.

The more I read about people who had tried to do what we were doing, the more effort I put into helping him understand how likely we were to be unsuccessful and that, even in the wild with a real mama-bird, there would have to be twice as many to have a shot at even one surviving. With us, the odds were even lower. Considerably lower. He seemed to understand, but I was still concerned when I saw how taut his heartstrings were over these little birds, some of which he had even named.

In the end, none of them made it. One day we woke up with the remaining group still appearing to be doing well, but they refused to eat all day, as if they’d organized overnight and decided to boycott. By sundown, they all had died. We dug them a grave under our tomato plants and the boys said their goodbyes. Ellis simply told them, “Sorry, little guys,” and walked back into the house before they had even been set into the hole.  Thayer watched me start to cover their pale little bodies with dirt before saying, “Bye, babies. We tried.”  He, too, was back inside before the holes were filled, leaving me outside second-guessing our efforts alone.  If I somehow failed those little birds, I guess I at least prepared my own babies well for this moment because they seemed to be taking it fine.

Perhaps I should’ve prepared myself a little bit, as well.

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2 Comments on “Baby Bird Update”

  • Katie June 7th, 2011 2:08 pm

    Ugh…this just broke my heart. I started to tear tear up when your son said “bye bye babies, we tried.” One of life’s great lessons that need to be learned, but a hard one:(

  • Sadie Barker June 7th, 2011 4:32 pm

    You’re absolutely right. The hard lessons are just as important as the easier ones, but still can be so sad. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news!

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