In between rain showers, I heard a huge squawking on the hill next door. The other side of the hill, to be more specific. It sounded like a chicken massacre was full on. Except I figured it was a chicken orgy, which doesn't sound much different.
There they were, huddled, squawking, agitated. And then I saw why.
Perched right above them was the predator bird I've been trying to get a good shot of for weeks now. If I were one iota less observant, I'd have walked into him.
Instead, I got two awful photos before he flew away. No doubt I'm not on his list of dinner party invitees. Ah well, next time the yard birds are freaking out, I'll be a little more cautious in my approach.
Today is Mardi Gras! Fat Tuesday! Beads and masks day! Party time! For tomorrow you Lent, if that is your chosen flavor of belief. For those of us who don't Lent, we'll think of you while indulging in one or another various sinful behaviours.
|This is not Culebra, and I'm not unhappy about that.|