This is a tufted titmouse, one of my favorite birds. They have the sweetest song and seem less aggressive toward each other than some other winged wonders. I like this image, but I LOVE the cropped version of it…every little feather shows.
Unfortunately, the right side of it’s face has a shadow sitting on it, but I can’t resist those cute little eyelashes and the feathers on it’s head!
I’m supposed to be working on my book, and I am, but I have attention issues.
I should be typing on my mac, but I’m writing on a legal pad with a pencil.
This chair’s not comfy enough, I should be sitting at a desk.
I should have a snack, why don’t I have a snack?
Well now I’m writing on my mac, but I’m sharing on my blog.
I’m wearing glasses, but I should be wearing my other pair of glasses.
Where did the birds go? They were here a minute ago.
You see the problem.
Do you know what this is?
The items on this table are used to make CHOCOLATE! Kilwins chocolate to be specific.
This chocolate smells and IS amazing. I even mentioned it in my book.
I was in Florida this past week, and I set a record…I only bought chocolate at Kilwins ONCE!!
I’m glad that I’m a cow,
Not a cat or fish, not now.
Though if I could say bow-wow,
and there was a way somehow
I’d be a dog.
You thought that was going to rhyme didn’t you? You should know by now that you can’t trust me.
I think we should all take five minutes out of our day and behave like the deer on the right.
We should leap into a moment,
kick up our heels, and enjoy…being, just being.
Here’s hoping you take your five minutes…I stretch it out to 30 minutes, but, that’s just me.
Maybe I’m reading too much into the looks on my feathered friends faces, but this bird looks a little startled. The cardinal from the previous post looked taken by surprise and I’m beginning to wonder if they don’t approve of my hairstyle…or lack thereof.
I’m going to start keeping a journal of their facial expressions and act accordingly if I find high levels of anxiety exhibited. By acting accordingly I mean, I may have to start wearing a bag over my head. I can’t bear the thought of scaring one of them to death.