Birds do not appreciate curious amateur photographers. This robin made lots of noise while I climbed up on a paint can to attempt capturing the little ones. The babies, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind in the least. I didn't actually set out to take pictures of robins, I really wanted to find that love sick, lonely mockingbird who has been singing his heart out in the dark of the past few nights. He has quite the repertoire of songs and I hope he finds his Lady Fair soon, not that I mind hearing him sing, I just feel kinda bad for him.
I've learned a couple new things the past few days... On Thursday morning I ate my breakfast out on the back steps. I set my cup of coffee between my feet to protect it from Sofie and Oreo (who was hoping for a drink of milk). When my ceral was gone I took my hair clip out and set it on my lap to brush my hair. I heard a "clunk" and looked down. My hair clip had disappeared into my coffee cup and drowned. Today "someone" left a little "gift" on the dining room floor. I often hang my glasses on the front of my shirt so they are handy when I need to see something. Sometimes they fall off when I bend over... Sometimes I wish Sofie wouldn't poop on the floor.
In the Cross
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