Yesterday was a good day.
Yesterday was a good day.
Good days at my age are really very simple.
A good day is when I wake up and my neck isn’t stiff.
It’s when my blood sugar level is nice and low.
It's when my daughter, Jennifer, sends me another video clip or photo of my brand new grandson.
It’s when, the night before, I’d remembered to close my studio door so that Larry, my diva cat, hasn’t gotten in and done his Feng Shui act, which normally involves removing objects from any flat surface if he thinks they don’t belong there.
Yesterday was a good day because a Hawfinch visited my birdfeeder. I didn’t even know there was such a bird. They normally live in the canopy, are timid, and are rarely seen by birdwatchers, let alone visit birdfeeders.
It’s my firm belief his cousin, the Chaffinch, told him about the restaurant on the third floor, so he decided to give it a try.
He obviously liked it because he came twice. I reckon we’ve been awarded the bird version of a Michelin star.
Hawfinches have extremely powerful beaks which can apparently crack open cherry pips. It’s not something you want to have your fingers anywhere near when it’s munching away at something.
Here’s the video I spliced together documenting his visits.