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…
Is it just me and my propensity for drama but does this remind you of anything?
Yeah, creepy. It was just like Hitchcock’s The Birds. And I live near a school.
But at least with these guys, I had a sneaking suspicion why they lurked.
At least, I hope it’s the seeds they want…
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.
