School was cancelled for the day and we found a baby bird in the backyard. Convinced it had fallen out of it's nest we set out to catch it. CJ on the way to work was quite amused to see his wife, with the three in tow, running back and forth between our yard and our neighbors, which requires running down an alley to get there. "Hopster" as we named him, decided he did not want the giant, loud humans to handle him and did his best to escape us. We caught him, put some leaves in his new home, posted a FB picture for any help and made calls to Oak Mountain Wildlife refuge. We all loaded in the car with him riding as co-pilot. We drove around the block and one of my friends responded to my FB post, since I had yet to hear back from Oak Mtn, and said that if he was hopping it was called" fledging" and not to move him. Back home we went and got him back to the spot we found him. Oak Mtn returned my call and confirmed that we did the right thing. I hope he survived. This all happened before 9 AM.
We ran to railroad park before the storm and it was beautiful (but windy) and then settled in for a long afternoon with James Spann who did an excellent job reporting on the devastation that rolled in throughout the afternoon into the evening. Mary Holland was traumatized and might have panic attacks from now on when the tornado sirens go off, hopefully it won't be anytime soon. She said after it was all over, "I hope we don't have tornado's again until I am 6". Hudson going to bed said "I am so sick of hearing that man (James Spann's) voice." All is well and God moved the storm just North of us. We are blessed, but very saddened to see the devastation that lies all over our state. Here are some pictures from our top porch once we knew we weren't in the path of the vicious tornado.