I didn’t have much in the way of horned critters in my heap of pictures. Just a few goats and the local cows who sometimes have horns, and sometimes, have them shaved down. I suppose it depends on if they like to fight with them or not. Got a great shot of two goats head-butting, but I’m not sure either of them has horns.
Considering the enthusiasm with which they were going at it, maybe it’s just as well if they didn’t! The cows, on the other hand, were placidly bovine and seem disinclined to do anything other than munch on grass and lie on the cool ground under a tree.
As usual, some are Garry’s and the others are mine.
I know it’s all the rage. I bought some for my DIL for Christmas because I know she enjoys coloring.
I didn’t like coloring when I was a child. I preferred drawing and painting and these days, photography with doodling along page edges. I am a chronic doodler, but I don’t like anything with lines.
I hate lines. I hate definitions of where each color should go. I never liked coloring in OR out of the lines, so I don’t like it now, either. Sometimes, when I wonder what Garry and I share as a couple, I realize we hate being told what to do. We resent instructions, rules, and definitions.
Which doesn’t mean I don’t follow directions using tools or technology. I know where (so to speak) to draw that particular line. Garry doesn’t always. He will fight with me over everything.
He wants to do it his way.
Otherwise, I let him battle it out until eventually, he asks for help. At which point, I try to explain there are things where you can do as you please, but not everything. Some stuff, usually involving electricity or technology and associated parts, you have no choice but to do the right way or it won’t work. Not even if you burn incense or pray to the gods of technology.
It’s why he’s no kind of mechanic and for the most part, neither am I.
As for me, there is reading, taking pictures, watching movies — and ultimately, sleeping!
I really wanted pictures of road construction because it’s everywhere from early spring until well into the fall. But I never seem to have the pictures. I don’t know why. I think it’s the frustration of not being able to travel anywhere.
I wouldn’t mind the construction if it lasted more than half a season, but they do such a miserable job, it barely lasts out one season before they have to do the whole job over again.
Our tax money more or less at work!
Distant. Okay, distant. It’s hard to take distant photography around here. No high points on which to stand, so I had to go back to pictures I took in more wide open spaces.
It’s not such a bad thing, though. I have lots of pictures from which to choose. Pictures from Arizona and Vermont, among other places will provide long distance photographs.
In black & white, of course.
It was a heavy eating day or the birds. It’s cold — which always makes them hungry — and it’s the day after filling the feeder.
The birds live in the forsythia hedge. There used to be maybe a dozen birds in those hedges. Now there are dozens, as well as up in the trees so as one bird starts eating when the next bird (do they take numbers like in the deli department in the grocery?) is ready, he flies down, knocks the current bird off the feeder and grabs a seed.
This relay happens so fast, I’m rarely able to catch it except by accident. Literally, one second there are two birds on the feeder and a second later there are two different birds there. They are very, very fast.
Some birds hang onto the feeder better than others. One Warbler wouldn’t move for at least 15 minutes. On the whole, Woodpeckers and Nuthatches are the best hangers-on.
Also, the Titmice are very picky about what they will eat and like to toss the pieces they don’t like into the air … and the Chickadees like to dive off tree limbs and the feeder.
Wings closed, they just dive and don’t start to fly until they get near the ground. Most of the other birds fly off the feeder. Chickadees just dive.
Nuthatches eat upside down. Some of the birds like to lie in the seeds and just eat reclining.
“And let there be music throughout the land,” he said and there arose a mighty host of singers. There were singers, trumpeters, flautists, piano players, and drummers.
Everywhere, they made music.