Lonesome Dove

The latest visitor to our tiny slice of unpaved suburbia is this bird, which hung out with us for a couple of hours before flying off. The bird and I watched one another for quite a while.

Who was this bird? Why did this bird choose this place? How come it was alone – don’t birds hang out in flocks? Was this an outcast bird? A jilted bird? A rebellious lone-wolf bird? Where did it fly off to, another itty-bitty green belt?  I guess there’s no accounting for taste. Maybe this bird just wanted to get out of the bird race for a while.

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