I’m not embarrassed to admit that I love birds. I’ve watched them since my childhood in the glorious greenbelt Lancashire countryside. Now I’m in California and when I run I look at the strange colorful birds around me. I can name all the birds in England but not yet in Los Angeles. I recently spotted a huge red parakeet sitting at the top of one of the palm trees opposite my apartment. Like me, I guess he or she was not from around these parts.
One of the best sights to see is bird migration. I love listening to the quacks of birds and looking up to the sky to see thousands of them flying off to southern beaches to sip tequila under the hot sun. And you think they’re dumb?!