We pulled into a rest stop last week on our Kentucky trip. It was cold and rainy, but we had to stay outside on account of the dog. Up within arm's reach I saw this nest. It caught my attention because it was so precariously low. And then I noticed that the bird was sleeping UNDER it! I've never even heard of that before, have you?
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This bird probably slept better than I did last night, though. Between my own snoring, a sore eyebrow and my goofy cat, I feel like I didn't even catch twenty minutes of snoozing!
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Um... are you sure... it was... asleep?
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http://belovedbeforetime.blogspot.com/
really enjoyed being with you and Mrs Craver on Sunday - it was lots of fun!
LL, it was quite dark, except for my flashlight and the camera's flash, but I assumed it to be asleep, because it didn't fly away, when I came close. Why do you ask?
Halfmom, Veni, vidi, vi-left a comment. Thanks for the link. I'll check it out again, later.
I suppose it could have been dead?
Lorenzo
Cue theme from Twilight Zone, 'cause I think we just entered into a Monte Python skit.
"This 'ere bird's not dead, he's just sleeping!"
You keep yourself up with your own snoring? That's some impressive snoring. ;-)
Believe me, it's not impressive! It keeps ME up!!
Right, dear hubby?
;-)
Lorenzo, thanks for saying what I simply couldn't.
And, hey, C., that's some Latin. You ought to show it to Marcus.
Si, LL.
And I'll merge these two tracks together with this thought. I usually wish I didn't snore, but as for that little tweety bird, I wish it DID snore. That way I would have known for sure that it wasn't (gulp) dead.
So look on the bright side, Dear Wife. When I snore, at least you know I haven't died yet. ;-)
loved the toddler diet!
That bird is what you call recycling. It had already served the purpose of raising its youngun's so it is using it to shelter itself in its solitude. Makes PERFECT sense to me!
Thanks for visiting Miller Manor today. I'll have to look into the red fescue. Our summers are so hot and dry that Bermuda is about the only thing that is able to make it, but I would love to have something that didn't creep into all the flower beds. It's wicked to get out!
TM
Maybe it just needed a change of scene:) Hanging out inside that little nest might have gotten a bit boring.
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