A few days ago I told you about the magical nature event that happens but one single day every year, down at my little creek, above the falls. Ten thousand birds appear in the valley, and they treat me as their own. They fly around me. They don't mind if I come close. They amble about at my feet. They dance they dance they dance. I can dance with them, the little burdies.
I spent an hour or two with them. Woodpeckers and finches, robins and jays. I took over 300 pictures, indeed until my camera's battery warning light started blinking.
And here are just a few (so as not to overwhelm you) of my favorites.
I think it expresses something distinctly of my personality that none of these pictures feature any birds.