Tonight I was strolling around with man-go-round, looking for birds. Robins, sparrows, cardinals and grackles. Man-go-round said he saw a Baltimore Oriole the other day and so I had my eyes peeled.

I blogged a few days ago about how different my life used to be; how I didn’t stop to smell the roses and ran like mad to whatever the next thing was. I had a lot of fun, but I didn’t know myself very well and I didn’t spend as much time being “peaceful” as I do now, at the ripe old age of 26.

In this more calm and contemplative way I’ve been leaning, I’ve started to watch not only birds but other fragments of “birdness.”

I should admit right here that I have not gotten over my sort of irrational fear of birds. I still remember the day on the beach in San Diego where they attacked me and my best friend. I still remember the sparrows circling the tennis court in high school. And there are the godforsaken pigeons to deal with…

But I now can appreciate bird watching, and our most recent house was a gem for spotting them right out the kitchen window. So here is a gallery of birds and the aforementioned “birdness” I spoke of… you’ll see.

So there you have it! Real birds, fake birds, decorative birds, bird paraphernalia… A birds eye view!

Do you like to watch birds? Ever seen a really exotic one right in the city?

Meri