bird on a wire
[You can see the full size versions of these photos at the gallery] I've been spending a little time each day with the new camera; the learning curve on this thing is daunting. But far be it from me to read the book. I'd rather learn by doing. Pushing buttons, dialing numbers, whatever it takes. Today I ventured outside to take in the glory of spring. The birds were out in full force. Normally, I'm not a big fan of the birds that hang out around here. But when you have a camera in your hand, you look at things in a different way. I don't know much about these birds that live here except there must be about twenty different species that commune in my yard. I've seen sparrows, dirty pigeons, doves, screeching seagulls, nasty crows and the occasional hawk. The rest of them, save the one single cardinal that keeps evading my lens, I'm not sure what they are. They gather on the wires during the day and they talk. All these different languages, yet they seem to communicate so well with each other. There are chirps and squeals and squawks and song. Some let out short little bursts of sound, others let their music linger in their throats. They hang in the trees, rest on the wires, run across the lawn in search of crumbs and dive bomb into the bushes when a passing car frightens them. They fight with the squirrels in what can only be described as a heated verbal exchange. I know they are fighting because the squirrels always get up on their hind legs and - I swear - throw up gang signs with their little paws. All these things and more are just distracting me from my task at hand (still packing), but it's worth the break every once in a while.