I think I might have just gotten a weird haircut

But hey—the moon sure is bright tonight.

I took this a couple nights ago and forgot to post it

Please pretend it’s a photo of tonight’s full moon so I don’t have to go back outside and take more pictures.

Dawn. A deer. A female deer.

Swear not

When the moon is really quite breathtaking and even though you’re tired and want to go to bed you wander up and down the street taking a bunch of pictures to make sure you get one that does it justice:

BUT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON THIS SHOT? It looks like melted ghosts ...

Blerg

I was cozy and comfy in my cozy, comfy bed and dreaming about shopping for baby wipes and Diaper Genies and then my alarm went off and now I’m stretching for a run on my driveway as a bird tries to figure out how to kill and presumably eat a terrified cicada whose frantically fluttering wings are making alarming amounts of scraping noises on the cement.

Same, little cicada. Same.

Hello, little birdie hopping through the bush outside my window!

Au revoir, Chez Birdies!

Our (now four) little babies are growing up so fast. Sigh ...

Saturday Morning Chick Cam!

We had two more hatchlings in the night, and they appear to be huddling their little heads together to keep warm or share little birdie secrets as a storm makes the weather cold and their mommy or birdie nanny flits back and forth with fresh diapers and Orthomil.

OHMYGODONEOFTHEEGGSTOTALLYHATCHED!

Dumbass bird flirting in 12 easy steps:

1. Throw selves against window
2. Leave smears of bird snot all over everything
3. Pretend not to see each other
4. Look at each other without getting caught
5. Move closer
6. DON’T GET CAUGHT LOOKING
7. Maybe pretend to be examining the snot or something
8. Move closer
9. Post selfie saying “Feeling cute IDK might rub some more snot all over this window LOL”
10. Move closer
11. Finally get caught looking
12. NOW WHAT? Don’t ask me—I can’t even flirt with a human without somehow embarrassing myself

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched as you work?

This little Rhodes Scholar has decided his reflection in my window is a mortal enemy that must be fought to the beak-squeaking-against-glass death. It would be condescendingly adorable if the preternatural squeaking sound weren’t making my fillings ache.

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