Mother Nature is a bit schitzophrenic these days. About 36 hours ago it was a record 91 degrees here on the rolling prairie. I slept outside for a while Thursday night. This morning, a light blanket of the white stuff. At least the birds are still singing.
Speaking of our feathered friends, there’s a very determined sparrow trying to break through our living room window. He’s been at it since at least 5:15am. That’s when he woke me up. I’ve tried scaring him, tried covering the window with the drapes…no luck. He just keeps slamming the glass every 4-11 seconds. That’s gotta eventually put a dent in the melon. Same stupid action, same result.
Wish I wasn’t seeing so much of myself in that bird as I watch him.