I woke up this morning with THIS sitting on my face. (And it didn’t even tell me it loved me. I was under the impression an “I love you” was somewhat de rigueur, when sitting on somebody’s face. ;-)
In addition to having a moth on my face, I woke up with a gull looking in the window. I’d forgotten to set my alarm, and overslept by nearly three hours, during which time the morning crowd had emptied the feeder. The poor gull looked terribly confused. Ordinarily, breakfast’s served by seven, at the latest — but here we were, the morning half-gone, and nothing on the table.
The gull was so hungry, it didn’t even fly away, when I leaned out the window to fill the feeder. Its face was already in there, when I upended the seedbag. It ate and ate, while seeds cascaded over its head. Those minigulls must be eating it out of house and home! (Speaking of the minigulls, their wings seem to be developing quite nicely. They’re nowhere near flying, of course, but there are definite signs of feather growth.)
I spent most of my day working — I’m deeply entrenched in a nice, meaty project — but I did find a spot of time for the outdoors, somewhere in there:
Ceci n’est pas un oiseau.