the ballerina

My apologies for my absence here as of late. We have been very busy getting ready for this past weekend’s performances. My daughter takes ballet at Moco Arts in Keene and this year they performed Alice in Wonderland. Lillia was a wicket in the croquet scene.

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It was a LONG weekend, and there were several tearful moments, but she made it through all three shows. I am so proud of her.

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This was a big step for her, a real growing up experience. She was backstage all weekend without me, and it really required her to step out of her comfort zone (and I had to step out of mine, too).

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Today is the last day of school for the year. I couldn’t be happier. I’m so looking forward to having my little girl home for the summer, and maybe even next year (if we decide to homeschool). Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back to blogging regularly again soon.

robin update

Here it is, my friends! The little baby robin who was stranded on my lawn has really grown quite a bit. I’m 99.9% certain this is the same one, as there seems to be only one robin family in my yard. This little one still follows its dad around everywhere, hoping to get a morsel or two. I’m sure it is still learning how to be a robin. I’m so pleased to be able to watch this little life grow. Maybe next year it will have babies of its own to watch over!

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On a similar note, I saved another fledgling last night. My neighbor’s cat had just got it, and the parents were going absolutely mad. So, I got some gloves and approached the scene. The cat had put it down, so I just picked it up and carried it across the street to my yard. It just sat in my hand, still and silent. It didn’t look terribly injured, as I think the attack had just started. I held it in my hand for a long time, trying to decide what to do. Eventually, my husband suggested that I set it down in one of our hanging planters, so it would be safe from cats. The planter is next to the front door, so I knew I could keep an eye on it. By the time we had gone around the corner of the house and back inside to the door, the robin was gone! I looked everywhere all over the ground and in the flowerbeds, but it had definitely flown away. I was really pleased to have given it another chance at life.

One thing I must note is that we live on the edge of a conservation area that is a refuge to many beautiful species of birds. However, there are now five, that’s right FIVE, so-called “housecats” that roam free in my yard on a daily basis. We have a cat, but he is indoor only, for his health, and the health of the other living beings in my neighborhood, namely songbirds and small mammals. If you have a cat that goes outside, please read this message from the National Fish & Wildlife Society:

Americans keep an estimated 60 million cats as pets. Let’s say each cat kills only one bird a year. That would mean that cats kill over 60 million birds (minimum) each year – more wildlife than any oil spill.

Scientific studies actually show that each year, cats kill hundreds of millions of migratory songbirds. In 1990, researchers estimated that “outdoor” house cats and feral cats were responsible for killing nearly 78 million small mammals and birds annually in the United Kingdom.

University of Wisconsin ornithologist, Dr. Santley Temple estimates that 20-150 million songbirds are killed each year by rural cats in Wisconsin alone.

Feline predation is not “natural.” Cats were domesticated by the ancient Egyptians and taken throughout the world by the Romans. Cats were brought to North America in the 1800’s to control rats. The “tabby” that sits curled up on your couch is not a natural predator and has never been in the natural food chain in the Western Hemisphere.

Cats are a serious threat to fledglings, birds roosting at night and birds on a nest. Research shows that de-clawing cats and bell collars do not prevent them from killing birds and other small animals. For healthy cats and wild birds, cats should not be allowed to roam free.

chest of drawers

I am so excited to share this little bit of my life today! The item you see below is a chest of drawers that my grandmother recently gave me.

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This is not just any old dresser. Family lore has it that the dresser came over to America with my great-great-great grandfather, James Davidson, when he emigrated from Scotland in the 1860s. Below you can see the census record for the Davidson family living at 57 High Street in Kirkcowan, Wigtownshire, Scotland in 1861. (Click on image for larger sizes.)

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Clan Davidson has its own tartan (plaid) and crest. The motto “Sapienter Si Sincere” means “Wisely, if sincerely.”

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Here’s a glimpse of Kirkcowan in the 1950s. I would guess that it has gone pretty much unchanged from when my ancestors lived there.

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While we are still trying to determine exactly when the dresser was built, and who the original owner was, we do know for sure that it belonged to James’s son, John B. Davidson, and John’s wife, Ida Belle (Wilson) Davdison, pictured below. My grandmother remembers them having it (they were here grandparents). Ida’s father was also from Scotland. Thankfully, we have some lovely photos of John and Ida.JohnDavidsonIdaBelleWilsonWhether or not we ever figure out the exact story of the chest of drawers, we will have it to enjoy in our home, and hopefully future Davidson descendants will enjoy it, as well.

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homeschool?

It seems like every year since my daughter started school, we have asked this question: Should we stay the course, or pull her out and homeschool?

Every year it’s for a slightly different reason, but the main problem has always been that my daughter is very advanced, academically, and the schools she has attended are not equipped to provide a challenging curriculum for her. This spring, my daughter’s MAP test scores put her in the 98th percentile for both reading and math, but her school doesn’t have any sort of infrastructure or programs in place to support this kind of advanced learner. On top of that, she has very unique social and emotional needs, which make it difficult for her teachers to help her in a regular classroom setting. I have always felt that I would be the best teacher for her — after all, who knows her better than I do? Who loves her unconditionally, even when she’s crying because of a frustrating math problem? Certainly not any of the teachers she has had so far.

My husband is not 100% sold on the idea. I think he sees homeschooling as a last resort. He’s even talked about sending her to private school, which we definitely can’t afford. But, I’m doing due diligence, emailing lots of people, asking lots of questions, getting all the facts about all of our choices, to help us (mostly him) make a decision.

We are also going to do a trial run this summer, probably for about three weeks, to see how it works for everyone. I am SO EXCITED to have this opportunity to prove that we can do it! I know we will have challenges, but I also know that we will learn a lot, and that’s what “school” is supposed to be all about.

I have set up a separate blog space to record our “Homeschool Experiment,” as I’m calling it. There is a link up at the top of the page, or you can go directly to The Wilson Family Homeschool Experiment from this post.

There will be another post about this right before we start, but I do plan to post some program planning stuff over on the other blog, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

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