Routine

I like birds. Really, I do. But now I wonder what mysteries work in the mind of a particular cardinal. Why would he do this to himself, stop to sing a bit, then do it again and again?

Could it be love? or stupidity....

The first bloom

I was hoping these would bloom before I left. Can you see how many
others there will be?

Red & Persistent

I have this fellow who thinks he lives in my house. He sits on my porch swing and tries all day to fly through my window. When he sees me in the house he moves to another window. Then, in the afternoon, he moves to the back porch and sits on my chair, pooping on it, and trying to fly in through the glass French doors.

Look how he looks at me, as if I am the one who doesn't belong here and he owns the place.

He starts about 5:45 a.m. I can hear him hitting the window glass repeatedly about every 10 seconds until it is too dark to see outdoors. He should be completely exhausted. Every morning I expect to find him dead on the porch, from beating his body against my glass.

Can a bird have brain damage? Why in the world does he think he wants in my house?

Interpretation please

Does anyone know what this says? I am taking a wild guess that it's
vodka or rice wine. I found it full of Michelle's things.

Coming along

Things are coming along in my bathroom.....ok, greenboard isn't too attractive but it is an improvement on the way it was. Bet you don't recognize it, huh?