simonbellphotography.com There are rascals in the world, and some of them are blue. Blue, with articulated eyebrows and feather capes.
When they first arrived, I had a misguided thought that I could train them to come to a command or clap.
I would match a clap with food.
But I was very very eager, and would find myself jumping up from my work when I heard them in the trees, stick my head out the window, and clap.
It wasn't long before I realized that they had trained me.
Trained me to pop out of the window at the sounds they made, sitting in the woods.
They can't clap, they have wings.
It doesn't matter, the rascals had won.
