I love birds. But then you know that. Real birds. Fake birds. Any kind of bird. Mostly I love the yard birds.
If I happened to come back in another life as something other than a human, I'd like to be a bird. Fly over the ocean. Far over the mountains. See the world from a "birds-eye" view.
The male cardinal seems to have made my patio his home. He looks older now, and he found a mate. I can't seem to get a photo of her.
Little birdies, hiding high up in the trees. I can hear you chirping, little birds.
Do you see a bird, Charlie Ross? Hope it isn't a fly. As you know he's terrified of flying insects.
I brought the birdhouses I had, hoping I'd get some renters to come live on the patio.
So far no takers yet. The rent is free. I'll even supply the caviar of bird food, black oil sunflower seeds.
I guess that's too small for you and the missus. I'll see what I can come up with.
I'll be back mid-afternoon with Tweak It.
Tonight is the fall premiere of the long-awaited second season of The Black List with James Spader. Don't forget to watch so we can dish about it!