Lucy was a tired girl last night, though we didn't do much special. I baked "Bird Bread" for her and roasted drained, canned chickpeas as a treat. I put two candles in a piece of the bread, which is more like a HEAVY cake, and Lyman's dad, Lyman, Michael and I sang "Happy Birthday". Lyman and I sing to her all the time, which she likes, but the group thing was a little overwhelming for her. She recovered her aplomb quickly, though, and made a real mess of the cake.

The cake wasn't bad. It had corn meal, whole wheat flour, mashed sweet potatoes, raisins, pecans, sunflower kernels, cinnamon, apple juice and a bit of baking powder. It might have been even better had I been able to find pumpkin and papaya nectar. Without a lot of work, the recipe would be right palatable for humans. There was nearly a whole large baking dish left, so I cut it into chunks to freeze. Lucy can enjoy her cake for months to come.