Let the dog in!

At this rate, I might need to change the title of this blog to Let the Bird in, but I’ve gotten some good bird shots lately so you’ll just have to click over to Perezhilton if you’re bored bear with me.

We had this visitor, the golden-crowned sparrow, who is supposed to be here in winter and head north for the summer, any day now.

Here he is, eating away on the deck railing, looking good. I love getting shots of them with food in their mouths. [Isn't there a celebrity website of pictures of celebrities eating? That's got to be practically impossible to get pictures of, at least of the actresses.]

Then he turned around.

EEK! What happened to his eyeball??

And to be totally honest, I didn’t notice this defect until I looked at these shots on my computer.

Mother Nature is rough! Was he attacked? Born deformed? I think someone pecked his eyeball out. That’s gotta be up there with water-boarding for heinous acts.

Birds torturing birds…? Tell me where the all-sunflower-seeds feeder is! Now! Or else!

It’s pretty impressive to me that an injured bird like this can even survive. Imagine how nervous and twitchy you’d be not able to see one whole side of the world? Every noise a potential predator.

What was that? Who’s there? Mommy, is that you meowing?

Should I put some Xanax out for him?