Nine days ago I spent some time photographing some of our most abundant (for those readers who don’t like the word “common” applied to birds) songbirds at my favorite greasewood bush.
Honest mistakes I can easily tolerate but deliberate cheating makes me angry (probably a leftover from my teaching days when I had absolutely no tolerance for cheating in my classroom) so I’m on a rant. And yes, there are birds involved. Or at least parts of them.