Night and day, locked in eternal struggle, with only the birds as witness

Up a bit earlier this morning, but still light out.

The moon setting, the sun rising.

Twenty-five crows, not a bad number.

A couple of gulls off in the distance, but they seemed uninterested in us.

And there were flowers. Plenty of flowers.

No cacti, thankfully.

Followed by my morning coffee ritual.

We switched sugar substitutes. Sucralose is way sweeter than allulose.

Which I learned the hard way…

Do it! Do it! Poop in my coffee! I need something to cut the sweetness!

 

Who needs a fancy sunrise? We’ve got street lamps!

When we started, it looked like it would be another crow-light constitutional.

Inspired by recent sunrise photos I’ve seen here, I wanted to try and do the same.

Except it was overcast.

And sunrise was an hour earlier.

(What am I, made of stone? Of course I slept in on a Saturday!)

So I did what humans are so famous for: I cheated improvised.

Absolutely breathtaking, yes?

Then, a single crow, off in the distance, caught my eye.

And he was watching me.

He came closer…

And closer…

And then his friends showed up!

About ten crows all told, fussing around and following me, even after I ran out of peanuts.

I also tried to take some flower photos, but most were out of focus.

Plus, some interesting stuff that caught my eye.

Faded glory

And then home to feed Big Daddy and Little Lady.

And, of course, my morning coffee ritual.

How’s your Saturday shaping up?