There comes a time, it seems, in everyone’s life when you see something and wish you had a camera. That happens to me quite often. I’ll be outside, let’s say, feeding the birds. Along comes one of my favorites, a rose-breasted Groesbeck and his lady. They perch three feet away and watch me pour their favorite seed into a feeder.
There they are watching me watching them. They’re hungry. I’m cameraless. By the time I wander aimlessly into the house and return with a camera, they’re full enough and flit away.