OK, he's got a little bit o' the green on him, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, and I have no idea what the deal is with green. It's all blarney to me. This little birdie didn't turn out the way I wanted so he became a give-away.
He's in a tree on the creek about a mile from our place, we often walk down there.
Susan asked me what the heck was that white thing on the ground by the tree. It's my coffee cup, of course. You can't take a walk without carrying some coffee with you! You never know when you'll need to spring into action to escape an errant bee or fly and the caffeine will help you move really fast. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'd take a video of Susan rolling her eyes at that but if I did, I'd probably find my camera/phone filed up my rear end.
Later this week I'll walk down there again to see if he's still there.
