If I were a bird I think I’d fly south for the winter … but maybe not. Maybe the snow is exhilarating (that would be one word for it), maybe black sunflower seeds are so much tastier than warm, mushy southern bugs (I can believe that) or non-challenging seeds. Maybe it just doesn’t seem that cold (mmm-shiver). Maybe darting in and out is more satisfying than roasting in excessive heat. I don’t know, but then I stay up north in Wisconsin in the winter too.
I was gifted with a new camera (Nikon Coolpix S9900, small, yet very versatile) for my birthday last week, I’m still a novice with it – which means I get frustrated when the focus lever needs to go the opposite way my old camera’s did or when I can’t find a feature quickly… or at all when I want it. Ah the joys of learning. But, sitting inside trying to catch birds at the bird feeder is pretty sweet … I drink some tea when the cat decides to help me watch them, in this case he came over and up- chucked … hair ball and spider plant leaves, but I’m tough, it didn’t phase me.
Cardinals are brilliant, but Blue Jays … so cool.