Not all early mornings are created equal and every morning when we go out to check the neighborhood, our back yard, we go as if we are going there for the first time.
Usually Ollie and I go there first and then Gus joins us from the wall above. Every morning he likes to go say hi to the neighbor across the wall, Pam. I know he goes there because he smells like perfume and cigarettes.
This morning we were blessed with parrots again, a sight that I can never get enough of, and so there are a bunch of parrot photos in this post.
I love that they are so smart to go sit up high and bathe in the warming rays of the morning sun.
I love that they go from tree to tree with their squawks. The pine tree looks like Christmas to me.
They are such big parrots.
Down below one intelligent cat has expertly camouflaged himself...that would be Mr Stripey of course.
and parrot butts,
and sitting parrots.
Gingerella (Ollie) who both freaks readily and has to also make a get away without his brother noticing starts casually strolling away
making sure that our glances meet, and that means that you see where I am going. Yes, I do.
I look out and the morning is in full swing.
The squirrel is watching.
I suppose I should share what us three discussed this morning, while the birds were squawking around us.
We thought about those things we consider to be the attributes of the soul (they would be like organs to the body), and they are: