I stepped outside my house this morning for my daily walk with Emma, the wonder-labradoodle. Frankly, I was already having a bad day...feeling bad about something from the night before.
Still in my doorway, I heard a bunch of screeching and squawking- I looked and saw one of our resident hawks...
Chasing one of these guys.......
and he was very, very close. I don't think the parrot escaped. But I hope he did.
They flew over the house across the street.
Suddenly, my complaints didn't seem so large.
I guess it's all about perspective, sometimes.