While I can’t hike anymore with my feet all twisted from neuropathy, the big pecan tree in the back yard is teeming with life. After months of glumly neglecting my camera, I broke it out this morning and spent some time with a squirrel and a brown thrasher.
The thrasher is an interesting bird. It doesn’t fly away when it gets spooked but runs into the hedgerow like a roadrunner.
Not the best photographs I have taken by a long shot, but who cares? It was nice having the camera back to my eye. I guess this part of me just won’t quit even if my body doesn’t always cooperate.
I have two banjos heading to the shop for repairs tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring the camera and stop by the Salisbury Zoo for a visit with the critters.