I’m playing fetch with Rex between watering
plants. The dog sniffs the air, rushing
towards a bird lying sideways. I hurl the ball away to distract the kelpie before he eats the window striker.
20 March 2019
17 March 2019
16 March 2019
12. THE ITCHY TWITCHER
I’m not really a birder, not an authentic bird watcher. The
binoculars mostly stay in their case. I see birds with the naked eye when I’m gardening, or inside through the windows without curtains.
No authority on breeds or types; I’m not even a member of the local bird society. I flirted with the idea of becoming a proper twitcher when I passed a dam on the dirt road to town years ago.
No authority on breeds or types; I’m not even a member of the local bird society. I flirted with the idea of becoming a proper twitcher when I passed a dam on the dirt road to town years ago.
Google image of some serious bird enthusiasts. |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)