Little Things

It is the little things that matter most sometimes. Things that can annoy, bring enjoyment, wonder, and are just plain gross. The havoc little T and B cells play in our auto immune systems. A small bird hiding in the bush. Little things.

The little things that can annoy. Someone placing the toilet paper holder to far out of reach. Not the best way to start a morning. I mean if you can not lean far enough out to get it you gotta get up and well . .. TMI not needed. A little thing but . …

Sitting for two hours patiently waiting for a bird to take flight and missing it because you had to go Pee. Seriously, I waited and waited – for 1hour and 49 mins. . The restrooms were locked up so KRP talked me into doing the between two open car doors method of hiding. Ok but if that bird even looks like it is gonna move let me know. There I am crouched camera in one hand when I hear a car coming. Is that a car! It is OK KRP says it went the other way. Whew. KRP: %$^# where did the bird go? ME” huh? what do you mean where did the bird go? It is not there it flew away. It’s the little things – a few seconds of not looking.

At the wildlife refuge at the end of one trail there are tule reeds where I always hear the loud noises of some darn tiny little birds. These little things are camouflaged to the max. I have tried to get a picture of one but by the time I find one and get focused the little thing at a lightning flash speed has moved. Today I finally got a photo of one. YEAH! It is the little things that can bring enjoyment and success.

The gross out little things

As soon as we were home I went upstairs and put the SD card in the reader. I hope my little bird came out, maybe the I can figure out what kind of bird was in the tree, or maybe the white bird in flight shot? I am easy it is the little things that get me excited anymore. Well yeah big ones also but I am getting better at enjoying the little things. I even had fun playing shoot and holler $@^% a game some of play while riding in a car. Point the camera out the window and shoot and well … we shall see if any came out. Where was i going here – oh yeah . ..
Before looking at most of the pics it was time to go downstairs and eat dinner. I was sitting on the couch and ran my hand through my hair and felt a clump of mud I assumed. I pulled it out and it freaking had legs – little things – gross it was a tick! YUK!!!!@!@ Now I am all cheeped out – it was a little thing that was gross!!! I will probably wake up thinking I am covered with the  gross little things!

After a thumb through my Field Guide the bird in the tree has been verified as an immature Cormorant.