Ever feel like you’re being watched?
This morning I was reading with my back to the window and suddenly felt the urge to turn around, like some foreign energy was boring into the back of my head. Was I being watched?
Yup. I had a whole
judging panel flight of those giant, band-tailed pigeons looking down at me (this shot was taken while I sat , lazy wildlife photographer strikes again.
Waiting. Coo‘ing. Waiting…
If you don’t see any more blog posts from me, well, it was a pretty decent run. You were
mostly awesome although would it kill you to comment from time to time? Thanks for the memories. Becca, be a good dog. Hubs, turns out you can have the whole garage after all. Kid, there’s M&M’s hidden in the soup pot. I love you, Mom.