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-Benjamin Franklin

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Bubbles You Can Touch

Bubbles will work with any mixture of soap and water, but with the addition of one ingredient you can create a super bubble that will perch on almost any surface.

Here's the recipe:

  • Liquid dish soap (Joy or Dawn brands work best. Try to find one that doesn't say "Ultra")
  • Distilled water (tap water is okay, but distilled water makes the best bubbles)
  • Clean container with lid
  • Glycerin or light corn syrup
Here's What To Do:
  • Measure 6 cups of water into one container, then pour 1 cup of dish soap into the water and slowly stir it until the soap is mixed in. Try not to let foam or bubbles form while you stir.
  • Measure 1 tablespoon of glycerin or 1/4 cup of corn syrup and add it to the container. Stir the solution until it is mixed together.
  • You can use the solution right away, but to make even better bubbles, put the lid on the container and let your super bubble solution sit overnight.  (If you used "Ultra" dish soap, double the amount of glycerin or corn syrup.)
  • Dip a bubble wand* or straw into the mixture, slowly pull it out, wait a few seconds, and then blow. 
You can make your own bubble wand by cutting off the tip of the wider end of a plastic pipette.

Have Fun!!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Baby Backyard Birds

The past few summers in our backyard we've filled up four bird feeders. They attract mostly common house finches, but we also see yellow bellied finches, grackle heads (or blackbirds), magpies, chickadees, bushtits, sometimes woodpeckers, and occasionally something new. We get other mammals such as squirrels, rabbits and once we even saw a raccoon. This summer a family of house finches built their nest underneath the support bars of our electric awning and right above our door. Today during a heavy afternoon thunderstorm we (my brother, sister and I) were looking out our sliding glass door when a tiny finch came careening down from the nest and gathered itself wearily on the patio below. Before we had time to think about what to do finch number two flapped clumsily down. By then my dad had heavy duty gardening gloves on and was ready for action with an old cardboard box in hand. As he stepped out the door the smallest finch came fluttering down with a small thud. "And there's number three" my dad exclaimed in a calm tone. In less than a minute my dad had each finch expertly cared for in the cardboard box. From there my mom took over.We watched as the mom and dad finch flew gracefully in to their nest and realized their babies were gone they shot out of the awing in a flurry of panic and feathers. I felt really bad to have their babies in the box. We backed off for a while to see if mom and dad would come to the rescue without us needing to help more. No such luck. One baby bird squecked and wedged it's disproportionate body through the cut out handle/air hole of the box instead of going out the top. Mama and papa finch immediately swooped in to try and regain their baby. This went on all afternoon. One baby out, mom and dad swoop in stand by for a few seconds, then they'd fly back to the closest tree. At one time mom was on one side of the yard with one baby and dad would have the other  side with baby number two. All the while we kept a watchful eye over things. When mom and dad left  we thought they were gone for good. We scooped up both babies using a kitchen towel and put them back into their box which now was/is fashioned to look like a nest. It is complete with a brown dish towel in the bottom, sticks and twigs running every which way and completely bedded with dried, but moist from the rain grass. Later in the evening, mom and dad came back and the bigger two babies hopped out and went away while we were eating dinner. I have no idea where they are and am worried about them.  For now I am directing my attention to the last finch in hopes that the mom and dad come back. I gave him some bird seed and he has shelter in the box. In the event that they do not return I will help my family nurse the last finch until it is strong enough to survive on its own.

Monday, June 3, 2013

What I Did Today...

Today I had a pretty busy day- this is a short summary of my day. Early this morning I woke up at 6:45. It was really early and not quite light outside. I had waffles for breakfast and then I went to the gym. (gymnastics) I am a competitive level eight gymnast and my team practices a lot. Practice started at 7:30. I had a pretty good practice and when my mom came to pick me up at 12:00 there was another surprise waiting for me in the car. She had the swim bags packed and we were going to meet one of my friends at the pool.  We spent a little over an hour and a half swimming then dried off and went home. Once at home my mom was on call and needed to work at her computer. I hung out for a little while then went downstairs to hang up my laundry. I multitasked and texted my friend GG at the same time. Then I came to blog.


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Last Good Deed

The last good deed I did was only a few days ago. We had been cleaning all morning and I had just finished mopping our hard wood floors. It was around lunch time so we decided to be done picking up and have lunch. I went out to our garage refrigerator to get the left over Texas Roadhouse ribs, salmon, bread, and salads. Our garage was open at the time and as I looked out I saw a little gray schnauzer runner down the street with out an owner in sight. I actually thought that the dog was quite ugly, but it was lost, so I yelled into my mom for help and took off down the street after it. My mom brought my older sister with her to help out and she was caring a leash. We hooked the little dog up and got a got look at her collar. The schnauzer was named Chloe and lived just down the street. After we returned the dog we got our lunch out of the fridge. We were headed inside when the man who had answered the door at Chloe's house came running up the street wearing a blue suit and hand me nine dollars to split between my sister and I as a reward for bring their dog home.