Finally captured this young man, up close and personal. The problem being, it’s taken from behind my window and I’m not the happiest with the outcome of the images. Saving up for a nicer lens to help with my captures. Any suggestions from you fine wildlife photographers? I presently own a Canon Rebel camera, if that helps. I’m truly surprised he got so close to the feeder and my camera lens. Usually, if he even catches a glimpse of me, he takes off. Luckily, I’ve become quite professional at the art of sneaking and spying, thank you to this lovely red bandit!! This time I slowly slithered off my couch, creeped low to the floor(just like you would in a fire, ha, a little PSA there😂) and slowly placed my hand on the camera and clicked away. I must be super duper skinny(not) because I was able to completely hide myself behind the camera. Mostly, that was me talking to myself and saying, “you can’t see me, you can’t see me”. Obviously, it worked!! My next endeavor is to uncover his partner in crime. Oh yes, the lovely(although beigy) Mrs. Cardy Card. Stay tuned!
Not my usual post filled with beautiful landscapes or colorful flowers, oh no, this post is dedicated to my first official mode of transportation. The lovely piece of machinery you see posted above is the 1977 Ford Granada. Although this one is in a beautiful shade of rust, my car was a stunning silver with plush maroon interior and looked exactly the same. I remember working many hours to accumulate the dough to pay for this car and when I was finally able to pay for it, well, there is nothing quite like that feeling of accomplishment. Owning your own car and having the responsibility of keeping it in shape is similar, or at least it felt like it, to having a child of your own. I kept that car so pristine and thoroughly maintained it filled me with so much pride.
It didn’t even matter to me that I had bought it used and it was 7 or 8 years old when it was mine. To me, it was the bomb!! I invite you to tell me about your first car. To me it’s such a rite of passage and something that most of us remember fondly.
My little Chickadee…..don’t pay attention to the dirty windows!!
I cannot catch you , no matter how hard I try
So I’m forced to post your blurry side
It truly represents what you are to me
A vision of red, out of focus, and free
Then along she comes, you know, your better half
Not as vibrant , more subdued, and I just have to laugh
Cause it proves that you two are truly meant to be
In your world that alludes me, and one I can barely see
Or in back, is what I spied
Or how about just side by side
It could be resting in a crevice of a tree
Or hanging out by a fence close to me