If a silly bird wanders in…
My world seems to be going to the birds. The robin from this morning spells spring, as did the flying vee of Canada geese, heading to wherever they go to celebrate the end of snowfall. The four ruffed grouse in front of our door were just a novelty.
Speaking of grouse, I wonder… obviously this is not the time of the year for “hunting”, but if I leave the door open, and the oven on warm, and a silly bird wanders in and takes up residence, and I bake until done… that’s not “hunting”, in the traditional sense. Must test the hypothesis. The coloration of the four was interesting. I’m not faked out by camouflage (a positive for colour-deficient vision), but the way the birds blended in with the dead grass and tree twigs was artfully dodgy.
We took out the lens bag, at one point, to see if a wide-angle view of our world would be as dazzling. Unfortunately, no. Our brain does a commendable job of augmenting just about everything; photography is a ruse, in comparison. I’m not going to waste space with images, but take it from me that a view of my lawn from lane to lane is deceptive.
And with that, the day passes. We had someone stop by to drop off a thank you card; he noted the lack of a mailbox at the end of the drive. I’m not sure how many hand-delivered cards I might expect to receive over the period of a year, but it hardly qualifies as a reason to “feed the plow”. I’m quite happy with my CanadaPost delivery system, over at the store. Which reminds me; did anyone check the mail, today?
Received my first email in Irish today.
