
spying on the sparrows, eavesdropping on their plans….undercover squirrel, believes he’s clever…..unruly sparrows, actually don’t care…..

spying on the sparrows, eavesdropping on their plans….undercover squirrel, believes he’s clever…..unruly sparrows, actually don’t care…..
Playing russian roulette, in a capsized boat. Paddling furiously, desperate to stay afloat. Picturing madness, imagining feathers, shiny, shiny, feathers. Birds singing, winging me to serenity……..

….all dressed up for a night on the town, dancing, carousing, flying around……

….mourning dove love…

…….he’s in charge….watching over things, teaching young birds to sing…..looking out for danger, aware of suspicious strangers…..

……hanging out wearing feathers….eating breakfast, discussing the weather…..

bright, bright red….black mask on his feathered head…..ready to fly, all systems go…..he has places to be, that nobody knows……

peace conference…..setting rules, avoiding conflict….complete cooperation, without retaliation……………

sitting peacefuly in the trees….taking turns, snatching seeds….flying sideways, through the sky….needing no reason, never asking why…..

three good friends…..true to the end…..flying together, through any weather…..hanging around, where seeds can be found…..