Blow those Coividian Blues ...

The Covidian Trauma. Might be a good name for a book - or rather one of the millions of books currently being written about this collective out-of-world yet intensely personal experience felt by nearly everyone alive on the planet.

So, indeed, there'll be plenty of reading to be done when all this is said and done.

I've been doing my own bits and things of stuff to ward off the boredom and face down the lethargy that too much time with your own shadow brings - to the extent that I might come across as a bit of a tool. But, hey, tools rock in these times!

The restriction zone imposed by those who know-all-things, is 2 km. I've been sticking to it and, as always, have a camera on my shoulder for the just-in-cases. So, each time I go out, I snap what I can of what's about.

In 100% of cases it is my avian pals who provide all of the subject matter and all of the joy!

So, from Irishtown and Sandymount with love ... here are my Covidian Birds of the Month for March 2020 - one we will never adequately process but will certainly never forget!

And, as for the ole aves, I reckon they couldn't care less ...!? 

More soon ...

 "Give me land lots of land under starry skies ..."