By now, it’s true, everybody knows: I live in the wilds. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but this apartment attracts a consistent menagerie. The ant problem has died out– praise be to Allah– but I’ve got two or three feral cats living beneath the floorboards. (They are no longer in heat.) And as I write, the main room appears to have developed an association with enormous, black bumblebees. The spider issue, as always, is on going.
Lately there’s been a beautiful blue bird around the fig tree. I’ve tried to get a few pictures, but they’ve been crap. Today I managed nice ones:
I presume that this is an example of the Western Bluebird. I’m never unphased when I see such native creatures (in the Northeast, you’re lucky if you spot a Bluejay once every two years.) I remember when I encountered my first hummingbird –about three years ago– and could not believe that it was real.
