My wife bought a new ornament for our christmas tree. It’s a cardinal. She said that cardinals can represent people who have passed away trying to communicate with us. Having a cardinal on our christmas tree is a way to have my mother be with us this christmas. I nearly teared up when she gave it to me.
I love my wife so much. She is amazing. She is my rock. I wouldn’t have been able to make it through the past few years without her.
Birdfeederily speaking, my timing sucks. I have mathematically calculated that the chances of seeing the cardinal at the bird feeder increases exponentially to the distance my Nikon is from me. In other words, when the Nikon is nowhere near me, the damn bird lands on the feeder. The jerk.
He landed today while I was reading on my iPad, with my D90 far, far away. This is the best I could get.
By the time I had my camera in hand, this is what I saw.
Note how a big chunk of the bottom of the bird feeder has been eaten away.
I was left with nothing to photograph except for the terribly ugly, horrifyingly terrifying spider that lives in the window. Safe to say that Mr spider will be dead soon. Very dead.
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