Monday, September 5, 2011

My neighbors

I'm sitting in salon the other day, playing guitar while Kerry works on her laptop, when I hear the neighbors stop by.  There is a loud and incessant chittering right above my head...

Swallows.  They were everywhere, scattered along my lifelines, stanchions, and all over the boat docked off our bow.  They hung out for about twenty minutes, arguing bird politics quite energetically, until they noticed me capturing their feathered debate with my trusty Canon.  

Whereupon they split, tearing across the lake like the little feathered fighter planes of the animal kingdom that they are.

I like my neighbors.

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