Bird Watching: Awful Bird Pics Volume 12, 1 by snakeadelic

snakeadelic wrote:
I'm sick, just SICK with grief and anger. The poor kestrels have been circling overhead off and on all day, crying the distress call they normally only use when their nest is under severe threat.

To protect a playground HALF A CITY BLOCK AWAY (and which no one I've spoken to so far can EVER remember seeing a child use even once), they cut down the cottonwoods next door, even the low-down live growth. And they've left the raw chunks scattered about where I will have to look at them to get to my mailbox and the laundry room. My sweetie just proved once again why I allow -no one- in my life to disparage him--he has volunteered to take on laundry and mailbox duty, his own PTSD challenges, until I think I can look at the carnage without puking on the complex's office doorstep (it's between the laundry room and the mailboxes).

I just gave someone a copy of one of my photos, entitled "Do You Think Trees Dream Of Netting The Moon", as a wedding present. Now "my" bird trees, in which I have documented no less than 17 birds seeking shelter, rest, and/or food, will dream no more.