Don’t you just love this fellow . . .
Moments before he perched side-by-side with a friend. She flew off the minute I set foot outside the door; but he would have nothing of it. He looked up at her, hiding behind leaves on an adjacent branch, and gave her a piece of his mind. He glanced my direction, then went back to telling her a thing or two. Apparently, he could not understand how she could ruin a perfectly good morning, when all I was doing was snapping photos. See? he said. Then he closed his beak and posed, while I dutifully took the picture.
She sat unimpressed.
Pity. They were so cute together, I would have loved a picture. Que sera sera.
Anyway, the weekend is once again upon us. I wish you goodness–things like a perfect patch of morning light, a big cup of coffee, and a song in your heart. Of course, a friend by your side couldn’t hurt.
Happy days to you, dear friends!