Birds do it…

I’ve been watching all my TV on the internet since I’ve been back in FL, and it’s been educational to say the least. What has struck me is that no matter how innocuous the title of the show you decide to watch is, like “Love”, it seems to me to have nothing to do with ‘love’ at all. It must be my age, or it’s the man-woman thing. Charley had a serious lament in his last years. As he put it, he was waiting for the day that the supermodels would pull up out front and say, “You, Fat Boy, into the limo!” He tried to make a joke out of it, but after I heard it enough times I realized that he was serious. He really did feel like he missed out on something. And he never responded to any of my retorts. Like, “Sam Elliot hasn’t pulled up out front looking for me either”, or “have you looked in the mirror lately”, or “so this is something that has happened to everyone you know and you’re the only one it hasn’t happened to?” I gave up after a while and told him that if the supermodels ever show up out there then just go for it. Youth and beauty are fleeting things, but having a connection to someone, someone to talk with at the end of the day, that’s what really matters.

I took friends to the rookery yesterday and of all the shots I took these are the ones that stood out. First of all I was paying attention to the wood storks especially, because their babies are so darned funny looking. Last year all you saw were wood stork chicks, but so far I haven’t gotten a good shot of one this year. But even if I hadn’t been paying attention to wood storks in particular these would have caught my eye because they were the only action going on out there, and their nest was in the perfect light. These birds have to be a great example of ‘there is someone for everyone’, Or maybe they just watch too much Netflix…