You come here for writing and you get birds.
But, I have bird snark. Really.
With the sleet piling up a clean, sharp white outside my window, the birds constantly catch the eye. It’s not easy getting them on film. They swoop in and out fast. So I tore up a piece of bread to try and entice them.
This little guy was bracing against a powerful blast of sleet.
Look at this squatty, fat thing. He turned and eyeballed me right after this shot.
Bird Snark.
Most definite bird snark–because I swear that pic was of his face.
Yeah, it’s lovely scaffolding. We’re doing work on the house. But this little one was cute. He had just hidden a nut inside it.
Category: My Writing Life