The rainy stretch continues. Great, muddy puddles have collected along Moberly Road. The sky is full of clouds. Ever watch a bird vanish into a cloudbank — a good bird; a bird you wanted to watch? Gone! Stupid weather. I’m back to making the most of the bird I’ve got; the bird I’ve been given — the bird flipped to me by a cruel and somewhat juvenile universe:
Birds! Bewilderment! Being outside!
This is my blog! It's mostly about birds, but also about being outside: photographs I've taken while outside, accountings of places I've parted company with umbrellas, notes on interesting rubbish sightings, and so forth. If I don't post about being outside for a few days, please comment and harass me till I go outside.