I didn’t find my little friend this morning. Normally he comes and stares at me, and in a way poses for the camera. Instead I was able to take some photos of these two little guards. Every day I find them sitting on the exact same branch in the same trees. They preen themselves like they are covered in fleas and poop and sing a lot.
“I’m so itchy, I need to poop. Then I’ll sing about it.”