I saw him across the street, loitering on my uncle’s front patio. In my half-awake daze I said to myself, “Wow, that statue looks real.” And then he ruffled his feathers. So I went over with my camera, I knew from previous encounters that he wasn’t camera shy. And I had recently wondered how come I hadn’t seen him lately, I wished a photo op would just deliver itself to me for a change. After taking my pictures I headed back to my house thinking I’d let him get on with whatever Woodstock things he had to do, but he followed me home. And he was still out there when I went out with soup to bring over to have for dinner with my aunt. He looked pretty excited to see me carrying a big pot. The neighbors were laughing as he followed me. I love being able to take pictures so easily, but it makes me sad that this guy spent so much of his day hoping for a handout instead of fending for himself.
And this is my Grand-dragon Krunch. Somehow these two seem to have something in common in the looks department. I have babysat her eggs in the past, and had them hatch on my watch. Now that was an event, and those tiny little creatures were comical little things. But I admire Krunch and her partner Kona from afar these days. That suits me just fine.
She was directly under the glow of her yellow warming light and if there is a way to clear up the color I’m not inspired enough to try to figure it out.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 