Went to bed early, still tired this morning.
Nine crows today.
And one thieving bastard.
The flowers have steadfastly refused to vanish, despite the cold.
Starting to run low on coffee, but still have some for today.
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A bird in frame is worth two in the bush
Actually more fatigued this morning than yesterday.
Which is annoying.
About twenty crows on the walk.
But it turns out birds zipping around while you’re feeling blah are actually harder to photograph.
Who knew?
At least the squirrel froze long enough for me to get one good shot of him.
So I focused on slower-moving subjects.
Maybe I need to have my morning coffee ritual before the walks?
Unlucky number?
Another slow walk this morning as I continue to recuperate.
Thirteen crows.
Thirteen…
And the skies just a wee bit ominous.
Didn’t take a lot of photos as I’m still pretty low energy.
Only one of the flower photos was in focus.
And on top of the thieving bastard, we also crossed paths with … a black cat!
Dum dum dum!
Fortunately, we survived the encounter, and I was able to partake of my morning coffee ritual.
Slow and steady
Still feeling a bit drained, but walked Doggo anyway.
Not our fastest pace.
Didn’t take many pictures.
Just Big Daddy and Little Lady at the start, then fifteen crows at the peak.
Plus a pigeon (?) watching from a rooftop.
And a thieving bastard who brazenly chased off a crow.
So, not an uninteresting stroll.
Followed, of course, by my morning coffee ritual.
Limited radius
Still sick, so while I did go outside, it wasn’t very far and didn’t include Doggo.
And I woke up early enough, due to a coughing fit, to see the sun rising.
Two crows: Little Lady and Big Daddy.
I tried to capture Big Daddy soaring around me, but, well, cell phone cameras suck for action shots.
In lieu of street flowers, here are a few shots of the flowers I got the Missus for Valentine’s Day.
Like me, not quite dead yet.
And, of course, before I post this, no matter how ill I am, the morning coffee ritual.
Unwilling introvert
Blue skies with clouds and no hint of rain, but still cold out.
So no walk this morning, as I’m still under the weather.
I did get out a little bit and was greeted by three crows, including Little Lady, who then inexplicably flew off.
No walk, ergo no flower photos.
Will you accept a cactus with dandruff as a substitute?
I did have my morning coffee ritual. Two cups, in fact.
No crows, no peanuts
The title is not strictly true.
Big Daddy was waiting for me in the backyard.
But I didn’t see any other crows.
For a not so good reason.
Working from home (I fervently hope) and no walk for Doggo: I’m sick.
At least I’m not constantly wracked with coughing fits, and I’m not feverish.
In addition, I’m not so far gone that I’d forego the morning coffee ritual.
Of course
Will be off-site today, driving to a demo in the morning.
And, as if the Universe knew this, a critical tool has gone down.
Sigh.
No walk this morning due to the demo.
Doggo is sad.
But Little Lady and Big Daddy still got backyard peanuts.
(Assuming the thieving bastard didn’t get them first.)
The gulls were also circling, but probably too far away to be a threat.
For you flower aficionados, a dead flower in the backyard:
And then, quickly, on to the morning coffee ritual.
It’s gonna be a long day…
A break in the weather
Rained last night and supposed to rain again today, but this morning was precipitation-free.
Only two crows awaiting us at the start, but the number soon climbed to fifteen.
The flowers showed signs of rain still, including the new ‘death’ flower I stumbled across yesterday.
There were also a couple of thieving bastards skulking about.
And then home to the morning coffee ritual.
Rain AGAIN!
Raining fairly hard when we started out, but died off about halfway through the walk.
About twenty crows, despite the rain.
I guess word spread yesterday that we were still open for business no matter the weather.
And lots of wet flowers this morning as well as crows.
And, but by the grace of God or whatever deity you happen to worship, when we returned, I enjoyed a poop-free morning coffee ritual.
ian m dudley 