Friday, January 27, 2012
One "Last" Name and Winter Birds
There is a blizzard today and my bird feeders were empty, so I threw open the window and hauled them inside. The birds were waiting impatiently on the roof next door. A couple of them flew up to the open window so close I worried they would come right through it. I know that I take pictures every year of birds at the feeders that look remarkably the same, but I can't resist. The ice in this picture is on the window, not the feeders, and the snow is invisible, but at least the camera didn't focus on the screen. I got my "good" camera out and was surprised that I remembered how to use it. Apparently the information I studied when I first got the camera sunk in while I wasn't looking. My usual camera couldn't get the birds.
Slowly I am getting used to the idea that Lytton is gone in that I don't think about him every minute. Therefore I don't cry like I did, though tears still well up when I do think of him. Despite Patrick, despite Willie, he will always be my best boy.