I have never really liked birds. I actually think people may say I hate birds. I think I figured it out though. When we were kids, my brother was a magician: "Mr. Fire the Mystifier". He had birds. Birds that had their wings clipped so they could not fly away. They would still try to fly though which meant there was just a helpless lame bird flapping through the house. Terrifying. So, what I have realized is that it is not so much the bird itself that I don't like but more the falling flapping bird in your house that I don't like. I say all this because I have really started to like birds lately. There is a hummingbird nest in my orange tree and that sweet little mama perches herself on that nest all day long. I have never seen a humming bird still. It is neat! So, here is as close as I could get without thinking she just might start poking me with her speedy little beak...

Out of the park!

I can't really think of anything to say about these pictures that you probably haven't already thought in your head by now. He is my precious boy.