As a veteran of apartment living, having recently acquired a miniscule plot of the great ole outdoors now makes me feel a bit like Darwin on Galapagos or even Tarzan down the Botanics. Every flutter of a wing and every peck of a beak is a sheer delight.
And though I might be slightly overstating things ... I have to say that just to see da boids and da beez going about their mundane lives - in my back yard - is a joy to behold even if all they are probably doing is their equivalent of the shopping.
Still, I suspect that they would hardly be delighted to know that they constantly have a lens pointed at them every time they go to sniff a petal or chomp on a berry.
Or, maybe, they simply couldn't care less about it once you cough up the ole pounds, shillings and pence that are their pollen, berries and seeds. Pay your dues before you get your buzz, pal, they most likely might say! No different to us!
Happy to oblige.
More soon ...
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| Lovin' the buzz man! |
