In the process I frightened RobotJam, created a jealous outburst from Pointmeister, got a request for more sex pictures from my daughter Christina (really, Chrissy!!), had a mouthwatering mention of a picnic and Burgers from Kirsten, received a mention of a mystery gift from Cali to someone NOT her mother (although with Cali, the gift isn’t too much of a mystery,) a blog promo from Miss Cellania's new site, and a rave about my wonderful wife from Michelle! Don’t I have the best bunch of blog commenters you ever saw? Anyway, Carol has been back at it with the camera and the birds. Here’s a sample of her latest:
He's trying hard to get away from the camera. You know, some birds are like people -- they don't like having their picture taken. Then the thought struck him: "If she thinks I'm an ostrich, maybe she'll go away. I'll hide!"
But Carol took his picture anyway. And after a bit he decided it was getting difficult to breathe so the struggled to regain his dignity and stalked off under a cypress tree.
Kinda hard to camouflage a snow-white bird.
Later we came home to find the backyard birdbath all a-twitter with stories about a female grackle who had found some dry dogfood that was laced with wine! And the more she ate, the more tipsy she got. Carol waited, camera at the ready, and caught this shot of her bringing in her umpteeneth helping.
Well, I've tried to uplaod the shots, but Blogger suddenly stopped uploading pictures. Click HERE to see the sequence.