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| Man with golden feather, Balboa Park |
I wish I could summon the requisite concentration to crystallize but I fear that you are going get dished a bit more of the stream of consciousness angle for a while longer. Late onset A.D.D. no doubt.
It might help to visualize the blog as an ugly abstract post modern painting given to you by your crazy aunt, the one that you always hated until you found out it was worth real money. Things grow on you somehow.
I had this thought. Boy, I bet some of them are sick of birds. Man, I have posted a lot of bird shots this year. One or two months more walking, fledging, flying and we will be done for the year. Promise. Soon as these kids grow up. No mas.
I approached the nest yesterday afternoon and mother was about 16 feet away, sort of hiding in the side branches.
These kids are getting big and very active, lots of mantling and posing, full wing extensions. No wonder she wants to stay clear, these kids could destroy some furniture.
A blur at times.
Every day the juvenile red tailed hawks are getting more mature. Will be any day before they arise into the blue yonder. Hope that I am around.
Pretty side view, sort of a Fabian, Frankie Avalon coiffure, comb forward but it works somehow on these birds. At least they are out of that dreadful mullet stage.
Ripped it apart like a cheap steak at a Shriner's Convention.
Setting sun, late afternoon, very dark.
See ya.
7 comments:
Never too many birds!
"like a cheap steak at a Shriner's convention".....I'll be using that - credit to you of course. You've brilliantly combined food reviews and bird photos.
I happen to really enjoy the way your mind moves from subject to subject, angle to angle. And the bird photos are wonderful. Keep on keeping on Robert! Aloha, Wicki
PS......can you respond to my hotmail account instead of gmail that I don't use? Wickiart@hotmail.com
The springtime shots have been great Robert. Such a beautiful time of renewal and for me, hope and optimism. Go where your heart and mind take you, and your viewership will follow.
So you're saying that the blog is...uh..."for the birds?"
This is a reference, of course, to city streets as they were before cars: "When I was a youngster on the streets of New York, one could both see and smell the emissions of horse-drawn wagons. Since there was no way of controlling these emissions, they, or the undigested oats in them, served to nourish a large population of English sparrows. So, if you say something's for the birds, you're politely saying it's horseshit."
I leave it to others to draw their own inferences, Doug. However your comment does remind me of David Stockman in the Reagan administration, who likened their own economic policy to the horse and sparrow, feed the horse and leave it to the birds to cull through the manure.
Ok so Robby's a horse, the Blast is manure and we're birds. Got it.
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