I've been diligent about keeping the bird feeders in the back yard full of seeds. This means we've had an explosion in avian population here on the cul-de-sac. This time of year, happy birds build homes for baby birds. Here are two of the yard's newest feathery citizens.
My wife can vouch for the fact that I earned this photo. I had to use a tall ladder to climb high into a tree. Then, I had to endure urgent dive bombing by the parents. Somewhere during the prcoess, I became grateful that my wife did not have a camera in her hands, because it dawned on me that she must have been witnessing an utterly preposterous scene.
I was standing on the top rung of the ladder wearing a polo shirt and boxer shorts (It was in my fenced back yard). I'm pretty sure all she could see was my legs. Actually, I kind of hope that's all she could see, the more I visualize the events.
Hey, sometimes you have to suffer for your art and sometimes you surrender your dignity. I hope the little birds make it.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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