I'm with you. It's better than any drug...even chocolate - watching birds.
I used to live (and am moving back if its current tenant ever vacates) in a really cool apartment that was tucked into its own wildlife reserve. I could have written a book on the antics of those wee critters.
Pidgies! I love pidgies. They lived in our barn and our upright silo. My brothers felt the compulsion to go out and throw a rock at the silo to scare them into flight and then shoot at them with a 12 gauge. Never once hit a damn thing because the birds were already 20 yards in the air when they took wing. Best part: one day, the rock thrown at the concrete silo bounced off and spider-webbed my brother's pickup window. Hee-hee-hee . . .
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Cat, it's funny. You and I probably disagree on most issues of the day. But at the same time we have so much in common.
I just love birds. I have eight bird feeders feeders in my back yard and bird houses all over the place.
I could literally spend hours on the back porch just watching them.
Now, if I could just get back home long enough to enjoy them life would be good.
Keep up the good work...
I'm with you. It's better than any drug...even chocolate - watching birds.
I used to live (and am moving back if its current tenant ever vacates) in a really cool apartment that was tucked into its own wildlife reserve. I could have written a book on the antics of those wee critters.
Be safe out there.
Cedar Waxwings are some of my favorite favorites!! Great photos!
Wish I could take decent pictures of the birds in my backyard.
Kevin, I'm with you -- I have lots of feeders and houses and I could watch the birds forever.
If either of you get the chance read the new book "Life List" by Olivia Gentile ... its a biography about a birdwatching woman. Fascinating.
I love that you included a pigeon. I adore them! I love painting them too with all their glowing, shimmering colors.
beautiful Waxwing shot!
Pidgies! I love pidgies. They lived in our barn and our upright silo. My brothers felt the compulsion to go out and throw a rock at the silo to scare them into flight and then shoot at them with a 12 gauge. Never once hit a damn thing because the birds were already 20 yards in the air when they took wing. Best part: one day, the rock thrown at the concrete silo bounced off and spider-webbed my brother's pickup window. Hee-hee-hee . . .
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