Jun 25
I took a walk and saw a robin, but it was a super small robin... like a British robin... must have been a baby American robin... it kept flying in front of me, landing, waiting for me to catch up, flying further, over and over again...
...and if you don't think that I searched for a door in an ivy covered wall every time he landed, you're crazy... even though I was walking down a Colorado neighborhood built in the 1950s, so it's only chain link or split rail fences with no walled gardens to be seen... but you gotta look, right?
