Birds. . .
I haven't done as much birding as I would have liked this spring due to a combination of baby, crappy weather, Larry taking courses, and allergies. Grr! The birds, instead, have decided to come to me a bit. I was looking in the mirror the other day brushing my hair when a bird flittered about my screen window. I looked out to see a tiny little Eastern Phoebe hawking gnats. Cute. Oh, and the other day I heard and saw that my catbirds are back. I am convinced that one of them is the same guy that Larry saved from the jaws of death (the local big-balled cat) and we brought to The Raptor Trust for rest and relaxation.