The early bird….
He gets up very early, gathers up Gracie, his dog that pees every time she sees me, grabs his binoculars and heads out. He’s hunting birds, he just wants to look at them. I’m told this is normal behavior for retired men on a pension. I’m not convinced normal is the right word, but let’s go with it.
He knows all their names, claims to know more than 200 distinct bird calls but can’t hear me talking to him when we’re riding – maybe I should tweet to him. If he doesn’t get mad at this post, maybe I’ll tell you his real name, for now Birdman will have to work.
