The diary is an art form just as much as the novel or the play. The diary simply requires a greater canvas.
Henry Miller (1891–1980), U.S. author
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Bird in my flower pot of marigolds
This morning, while I was outside on the deck staining a bookcase, a very bold female robin landed in a pot of marigolds on my deck as if it was a nest and just sat there much like the robin in this photo I found online. I should have gotten my camera and snapped a pic, and will if she comes back and lands there again. I think maybe she wants to next in the pot. I tried to shoo it away and it didn't budge. It was as if it was just daring me to get closer! So, I just left her be and she sat there for a whole 20 minutes. It was very strange. I never saw a bird do that before, except starlings that would not vacate my gas grill a few years ago.
I love to write, read, paint, draw, take photos, listen to music, travel, and stargaze. If I could live my life over again I would be an astronomer.
“Sometimes I think we're alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we're not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.
Arthur C. Clarke
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