Seven years ago today, I moved from my much-loved apartment into The Asylum. The Old Bat Cave is a fine apartment. The location is marginal. My old neighborhood walkability index was 87. Here it is 66. For me that is huge. But, I knew that moving in. And I am safely ensconced in my “forever home”. Provided the joint doesn’t go broke. Or we have too many drive-bys.
Speaking of drive-bys. All is well in the ‘hood today.
And, more telephone wildlife photography.
I am amused by bird names. There isn’t a red feather anywhere near that woodpecker’s belly. It doesn’t matter what sex or what age the bird is. It never has a red belly anywhere except in its name. Carlton’s theory was: The people who named birds were falling down drunk. Works for me.