Dog Bite Dance

I found a twittering of bushtits today, in the shrubs outside my building. They were flitting from stalk to stalk, and up and down between ground and foliage. I pointed my camera at them, but every time I caught one in my sights, it took flight. I followed them all the way to Stamps Landing, and down towards the water, from one stand of greenery to the next, but I never got a picture. I’d have followed them even more, but they took off in the direction of the Cambie Bridge, and I wussed out. Next time, perhaps.

In the meantime, finches and flowering trees:

This is a house finch.  She is eating sunflower hearts.  You can see her tongue a little bit, if you look closely.

This is a house finch. She is eating sunflower hearts. You can see her tongue a little bit, if you look closely.

While I was examining these flowers, a dog snuck up and tried to a) bite me, or b) smell my shoe.  I'm not entirely sure which.  I nearly tripped over myself, trying to get away from it, and ended up doing a foolish foot-to-foot dance, trying to keep my balance.  It didn't work.  I fell in a bush.  Birds flew out.  FAIL.

While I was examining these flowers, a dog snuck up and tried to a) bite me, or b) smell my shoe. I’m not entirely sure which. I nearly tripped over myself, trying to get away from it, and ended up doing a foolish foot-to-foot dance, trying to keep my balance. It didn’t work. I fell in a bush. Birds flew out. FAIL.

I saw the biting/sniffing dog again, while examining this tree.  I think it was following me.  Dogs shouldn't be allowed to wander about, all wild and unfettered.  Somebody might bump into them with a car.  Or they could bite me.  Dogs love to bite me.  I've already been bitten by two and a half dogs.  (The half represents a dog that snapped at my face and missed, not, you know, half a dog.)

I saw the biting/sniffing dog again, while examining this tree. I think it was following me. Dogs shouldn’t be allowed to wander about, all wild and unfettered. Somebody might bump into them with a car. Or they could bite me. Dogs love to bite me. I’ve already been bitten by two and a half dogs. (The half represents a dog that snapped at my face and missed, not, you know, half a dog.)

I was free to examine this tree in peace:  I was five floors up, and safe from marauding mutts.

I was free to examine this tree in peace: I was five floors up, and safe from marauding mutts.

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