He’s been coming to our kitchen window for weeks, feeding off the hanging flower baskets on either side.
I’ve been trying to snap a picture for weeks, to no avail. By the time I grab the camera, he’s gone. As if he knows.
She: “He doesn’t want his picture taken.”
Me: “I’m gonna get him.”
On the last day of summer, he didn’t just pay a visit. He taunted. Hovered right in front of the window between the two baskets.
My cell phone was sitting there. I picked it up and made believe I was calling someone. Yeah, I’d fake the little bastard out. OK, it was a battle of wits between two birdbrains.
And the bigger birdbrain won.